I tell ya one thing, I’d be your willing slave or plaything for life if it gained me permanent and regular access to your pet there. She looks juici...r and yummier than one of these fine breakfasts and that takes some doing. I also love watching Miles here get hoist from his own petard. The man’s a whiny, preachy bullshit artist who won’t drink coffee or beer and keeps talking about the need to trust our ‘Heavenly Father’ and shit like that! He’s such a fucking prude and he wants me to join his. She'd been with him a month but already her slavery had become more of a joke than an actuality. Most of the time he treated her as his 'significant other'. At work she still called him 'Sir' whereas the others used his first name and in the house, he only called her slave when he wanted sex or wanted to insist on her obedience. For the first fortnight she pretended she was only responding to his orders but gradually she had to admit, even to herself, that she enjoyed what they did together.. What I didn't tell you was that I sat them down and we had a long talk about you and we all decided that we wanted to be open with each other about our relationship with you and even have you together at times. Like today. You get us all." We're gonna fuck you silly, big brother," said Jenn."But, first, Jenn and I decided that we want to watch you fuck Mom. You two go first. We want to watch."Now, if you think this has made my dick get soft, remember, I'm fifteen. And there are three pretty,. You are instantly enveloped and transformed by their sheer femininity. Happily, they still retain that mystique for me today, and I get the same sensual thrill every time I slip into a pair.I then put on the vest and blouse, followed by the pleated skirt. I sat on the edge of the bed while I slipped on the socks and shoes, and to my horror, I noticed my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. My legs were spread, and the skirt had slipped back, leaving my pantied crotch in splendid full view. I went.