Obviously, I still had more to do. “Can you wash up?” I asked, when we’d finished eating. “I’ve a couple of things to see to.” Leav...ng him to it, I went back to the living room. As I’ve said, those were the nineties, the internet wasn’t yet a thing for most people, there was no such thing as a porno site available for viewing, and my mother had never bought a VHS or DVD player. Not that it would have made much difference if she had, because she wouldn’t have been caught dead buying any. About the time when thong panties first became popular is when he started controlling my clothing choices. He had me wear thong panties and get rid of all my others. I didn’t mind because the thong fabric was stretchy and comfy. I loved the way they snuggled up next to my pussy lips. When I walked, they would just slightly pull against my clit, giving me a tiny bit of stimulation. I would sometimes be on the verge of a orgasm just from walking from the taxi to the office. I loved my thongs. But. ..two…”“Okay, fine!” Her voice broke on the last word. She stood up and started unbuttoning her jeans. “I hate you.” She glared at me.“Still don’t care,” I said.“I hate you!” she screamed, suddenly lunging at me with fists bared. “I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate—“Heather had either forgotten that I was stronger than her or just didn’t care. We wrestled for a moment, but I made short order of her little tantrum. Soon I had her pinned to the bed.I reached into her jeans and played around. We got to the theater in a seemingly bad side of town, and the movie was Russ Meyers "Vixens." I had never seen a XXX movie before, and had never thought of going to a XXX rate theater. We parked out back and went inside. After he paid for the tickets we went and sat in the back row of the theater where he said the view was better. Once the movie started, all I saw was tits and asses all doing things I had never seen before. I must say that I was pleasantly surprised when I started.