I’m in control of this.” I massaged her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. I ran my cock along her slit, massaging her clit with the head. Cont...nually, Cameron would thrust upwards at me, trying to take my cock, but I refused her every time. “Remember when I said I was going to make love to you.” Breathing deeply, wanting my cock inside her, she could only nod and let out a breathy uh-huh. “Well, I lied.” I paused as I slotted my cock and drove into her supple body, receiving a grunt of. The fans rushed to the stage when the moderator said autographs are available to all in attendance. The girls turned and began to walk to the end of the stage smiling as if they enjoyed the attention. One of the girls particularly caught my eye. Both were about the same height. One of their names I could overhear was Helen. She was around 5’5-5’6 a brunette. Not cute to be honest but with her hair down she looked ok. Her body couldn’t be made out in the track pants and track jacket she wore. . I got home that Fridayshe was not home from work yet which was unusual for her.She normally always beat me home.I went upstairs to shower and on the bed there was a notethat said, "You are my BITCH! If you don't follow theseinstructions to the letter a copy of last weekends littlepretty up session which was caught beautifully on tape willbe sent to your friends, family, and I am sure your workwould love to see what a little sissy they have hired."She had explicit directions for me to be. We lived together as a happy family until I graduated high school and went to college. I moved into the dorms my freshman year, and went home almost every weekend. Eventually I made some friends, got a part-time job and we moved into an apartment together.My second year of college, I went home for holidays and that was it. It had nothing to do with Julie, the twins, or even my dad. I had responsibilities. It was a small Division three school, but I had made the football team. So between.