We immediately retreated to Ann's room, which was a short distance down ahallway from the living room, leaving Aunt Beth, Grandma, and eleven-year-old...ill standing silently in the center of the living room. From the window inAnn's room we could see the back steps, and into the back yard. A few momentslater we saw grandma leave through the back door and briskly walk over towardher house. "She's going to get the strap" Ann whispered to me as she peeked out thewindow at our grandmother. At that. "She shivered at that, especially because of the commanding and deep tone to his voice. This is fun! He's good at this master stuff. He sounds like James Earl Jones. She knelt on the floor and prodded him, "And is that all?"He laughed, because even as she asked that, she was starting to take her socks off. "There's more. I need you naked."She giggled with glee as she stripped in earnest. "Master! How can I resist your powerful voice?" She said that with a teasing and almost mocking. He told me and said he'd had three of them and had the same girl, Lisa, there each time. This time they wanted to add another girl. I had to explain I really didn't want to be naked, I'm embarrassed about the lack of breasts. He asked if I had a suggestion and I said I'd do a schoolgirl look, knee highs, short plaid skirt, white shirt tied up to expose my tummy, pig tails and ribbons. He liked it and told me when and where to be.When I got there, I was introduced to Lisa and we made our. You obeyed. You could do nothing but obey this beautiful voice. It felt snug in your mouth. You felt it's warmth on your tongue, along with a sweet flavor. You could not get enough of it. Your head moved up and down its precious, throbbing length. His hand went down to yours, as if showing you where to touch. The green fingers joined yours, sharing in your moisture. You were coming already and so soon. Your hips jerked from the bed. You sucked harder, moaning along the shaft. The fingers did.