Later that night, amidst our pillow talk, I agreed to be her slave as well as her exclusive beau. A few weeks into my training, Mistress Sun i...structed me to be her servant for a little ?Tupperware? party she was having that night. I arrived at her home and she led me into her guest quarters and told me my outfit was in the bathroom. I didn’t know what to expect, a tuxedo or a thong and tassels. What was there was closer to the thong. Actually worse. It was a leather jockstrap that left. ”“yeh aap kya kar rahe ho please aisa mat karo,” mere aanson nikal gaye. “aap kya chahte ho. Please meri photo delete kar do. Please.”“are are darling ghabrati kyon ho, hum tumhare dushman thode hi na hai. Hum to tumhare dost hain. Ham tumhara bura thode hi na chahte hain. Are hum to chahte hain ke tum aish karo. Apni mast jawani ka maza utha. Are ab nahin uthaogi to kya budi ho kar uthaogi.” Photostat wala bola.“tum kya chahte ho,” main phoot phoot kar rone lagi aur sarak kar kone mein baith. He gently let go of my cock from his hand and mouth before we both got up and smiled at each other (once again) haha.We lay down next to each other; I put my arm around him as he cuddled into me. Then, he looked up and went to kiss me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, still covered with some of my cum. I didn’t mind. I put my tongue in his mouth as we continued to cuddle. After a moment, we stopped and looked at one another lovingly.He said, “Shall we do it all again?!?”I said “haha my god I’m. It was Bev Wilkens who was the mother of Justin’s best friend Brad. Bev had never had much to say to either Jean or Sandy since she considered them from a class that while one would tolerate one could never socialize with. Jean was extremely surprised by her approaching them and was just getting ready to greet her.“Ms. Roberts, you are not welcome to be here. Any woman who would do what you do is not welcome to be around our c***dren. Isn’t that right Sandy? I suggest you leave or I will have.