"You look amazing," he said, smiling."Thanks," I replied, looking down and pretending to be shy."Come on, let's go upstairs." We went to his room and ... sat innocently on his bed, twirling my hair around in my fingers and pretending to be nervous.He sat down beside me and looked at me, smiling at my pretend shyness. He put a hand on my lower thigh, touching my sock before slowly bringing his hand up to the top of my tight shorts, which had ridden up high."Cute socks," he said."Thanks," I. As I sat slumped in the chair her words filled my brain, “your cunt is mine …..your ass is mine …… your mouth is mine …… your whole body is mine to do with as I wish, when I wish & with whoever or whatever I wish. Do you agree my slut?” “Yes Mistress” I stammered as the screen went blank.For the rest of the day my mind was elsewhere as I replayed in my head the various scenes and words over and over, at times wondering if it was all a dream.. ”Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I did it.“Chandler turns into Abbott Road,” she said.It did ... more smugness.“Straight across Grand,” she directed.Well ... what do you know ... The Union ... Registration.But we didn’t stop...”Left on Circle. Three buildings ... stop. Ross. Go find us a cart, David.”There was a line for the carts ... it was patrolled. It really didn’t take long ... it was very orderly. I was not the only guy with parents. Suddenly I wasn’t so ashamed.I got back with a cart. All my things. The reception was held in the church basement with a towering, three-tiered cake and a huge bowl of punch. The punch was soft, but there was an ample supply of flasks, unknown to the preacher, who detested the use of alcoholic beverages.Anne Masters, the preacher's wife, had done a terrible thing: she had accepted a sip of liquor from Dan's flask. It was the first time liquor had passed her lips since her marriage; the second was seven minutes later, and the third... Thirty minutes into the.