"Mom, a new guitar of this caliber goes for over a thousanddollars brand new," I finished."A thousand dollars! Have you lost your mind?" Aunt Melissa ...tood off onthe sidelines and smiled devilishly at the brewing storm. "Mom, it's a professional guitar. And, it's electric! If I'm going tojoin a band, I can't do it with my old guitar. But, that's not the bestpart. Fred told me he'd sell me this one, with the hard shell case, foronly five hundred dollars." I waited patiently for her to say. I looked down at the slip of paper in my hand and was totally puzzled.“Ten-thirty tonight -- don’t miss it” was all the note said. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what it meant, and came up with exactly nothing. After a while I gave up trying to solve that mystery, and just waited for sundown and got my binoculars ready. It had been a couple of nights since I’d been able to catch Mrs. K’s hair brushing routine and I was definitely anxious.As night fell, I was. "Good, now put on the bra with the 'D' silicone pads, the red back seamedstockings that I bought you, and the panties while I get you a maidsoutfit that should fit you with the proper lacing of your corset."Just as I had finished putting on the bra, stockings, and adjusting thepads, Ann returned with a red and white satin maids outfit trimmed inwhite lace. "Get those panties on slut," she ordered, "we don't have allday." Yes Mistress," I murmured, and scurried to retrieve the panties.. . NEVER would I have done this without Rick ... it was disgusting ... mostly ... I drained this one and partially filled the glass then the other one insisted it get clear full and offered his piss to the mix. I was happy when the glass was full, but not happy I had to do THAT to fill it! When I was done I mixed the 'drink' with my finger and then licked it off ... flirting with the cops."Maybe you should test the taste Lindsay! Don't want him noticing right away!"I knew I was being fucked with.