As the slave jumped toher feet red faced, Mistress Beth said, "So this is what you do when I amnot watching! No wonder the house is such a mess. Mis...ress Carterdidn't give you those (she pointed at Linda's chest) so that you couldmasturbate like a hormonal teenager or a nymphomaniac." Without givingLinda a chance to reply she grabbed a severe gag from a wall hook andafter buckling it on, dragged her by the collar into her dungeon."So you like playing with your breasts do you?" she asked. "Please Kaitlyn!" he begged. "You need to get down here. The warehouse's,eighteen. I'm here, Tim's here!" He had realized she wouldn't believethat he was her boyfriend. "Tim's at Warehouse eighteen."There was no response from the phone. Tim wondered if she had hung upsoon after recognizing a strange woman's voice when she had sent out herboyfriend's number. All Tim could do was stare back at the stone, it'sspell had recaptured his gaze. It had only been a few hours, six maybeseven. Suddenly he. My own pussy was heating up again, and as the girl looked over at me, I gave her a smile and returned my attention to my reflection. I put my lipstick down and made a show of fluffing out my long black hair, and acting as if I were checking my mascara, peered closely at my large expressive brown eyes. I risked a sidelong glance her way and felt my heat skip a beat when I saw she was still looking at me. My dress was not quite as low-cut as hers, but it displayed my breasts well and was short. Last year we made the daring decision to include our oldest daughter, Stacy, into our sexual relations. Stacy took to in naturally. We were gentle and slow with her and she learned to enjoy it very much. I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't enjoy it myself. Stacy was twelve when I first made love to her, and it was incredible.When Stacy turned thirteen we allowed her to start sleeping with our friends too. It started with Larry, our closest friend and neighbor, and our other friends.