"You can always go as a guest of a member." I suggested. "But I don't know any members," She countered, "Unless you introduce me to your Mistress." "...o," I almost yelled, "I could never explain how I came to know you, She knows I had never been mistreated by any woman before her so she would soon realise I met you after she owned me. I promise you she'd kill both of us. "Well how am I going to get in then? Come on, you must be able to suggest something." "There is one member my Mistress talks. ”I shrugged my shoulders, though I took note of her lack of reply. I followed her to where she chose for our conversation. She took us out of the town, through the gate behind my house, to the entrance of the woods. She did not say a word, nor did she look at me the entire time. Her posture and body language was cold and distant, which I had not seen before. We continued to walk into the woods, and I was starting to find the silence a bit unsettling.“What is this about, Violet? You have been. I got home about 5:30 and found Cindy in the kitchen, sitting at the table next to my father, hands interlocked on top of the table. She was crying. When she saw me, she looked shocked, pulled her hands free, then tried to wipe the tears away.My father gave me a look that was hard to read. It seemed to be one part concern, two parts smugness. I felt awkward in my one home. Cindy spoke before I could ask what was up.“Oh, hi honey,” she smiled, but I could still see tears welling up in her eyes.. “I can help you with this,” she held the cup in her hand with a grin while fondling my underwear.“You’re my boss, isn’t that sexual harassment?”“Says the man who lives with three underage girls.”“Two,” I grumbled.Making me strip in the living room, I tried on the new breathable Kevlar boxer-briefs.The thin layered and padded Kevlar t-shirt had patches of stretchable material in the back, sides and around the shoulders for better movement. Otherwise, the material would be too stiff for a full.