"You are his now. Do you want to be spanked then keep on talking." I wanted none of this. I want to go home.Except I realized that I was indeed a slav... for now. Even if I could get out, I wouldn't know where I was and I would be wearing a diaper and plastic pants. Maybe this was a game and Sandy would be here soon. Helplessly, I allowed her to dress me in a light blue satin dress. The hem was just below my waist and after she put me in blue edged petticoats the skirt fluffed out. She finished. Your mother tried to keep hers natural for me but she trimmed the hell out it every summer. She didn’t want other men seeing her pubic hair.”I was amazed at how her pussy lips opened up for me when she leaned back and spread her legs. Her lips were full and engorged with blood as a testament to how excited she was. On occasion her mother’s pussy opened up like that. I could see deep into her love hole, I could see her tiny pee hole, and I could definitely see her aroused clitoris.I leaned in. In fact, today I wanted him to know that I was very interested. He changed course and slowed to a stop, standing next to where I was sitting. We both faced out to sea. His sweet ass barely covered in the silky fabric of his swimming costume was a foot from my face. "So, Mr "I wasn't looking", how are you today" Very well thank you" Today you are looking at me" Yes, and I was yesterday. I am sorry I denied it. It was rude." Rude to stare at boys half your age, or rude to deny it?"Hmmm which?. "Ok, do you solemnly swear never to tell anyone about Peter andJessica?" said Sandra, holding Kelly's little finger with her own."I do!" she replied. After releasing fingers, she turned to Peter. "Ithink you look better in a skirt." Don't, you're making him blush!" said Sandra, noting that her brotherhad gone a little red."Sorry Peter, but I'd like it more if Jessica came over to my houseinstead," she whispered to him."What was that?" queried Sandra."Well, you know I'd like you and Jessica to.