"So anyway welcome and thanks for the booze, I'll pass it around." Thanks for the welcome and like I said pass it around or throw it out it' s all the...same to me." I said.The woman I recognized from my photo gallery as Marie, Jason's wife, came over. "Hello Lucy, who is your friend?" she asked."This is Wilma, if I remember right we don't use last names here," I suggested."True but we all know yours. It's okay Wilma, if you have a good time leave me your address and I might send you an. The surprise turned to fear when he looked at the strap on. Youve been bad. Did I tell you that you could touch yourself? He dropped to his knees, bowing his head. No, mistress. I just thought since it was my birthday… Did I ask what you think, Derrick? I stroked my hand along his jaw line, tilting his head up to look into my eyes. You know you arent allowed to jerk off without my permission. Are you ready for your punishment? He whimpered, shifting his eyes to the side. Yes, mistress. Dont act. ’ We didn’t so much lie as fib about details. George exists, but he’s not my ex-husband. He’s my brother, but yes, I’ve fucked him. Plenty of times. Until, yes, he joined a cult, but it wasn’t the Moonies. It was the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Bye-bye incest! Damn shame. I really loved fucking him!“Erica’s story is somewhat true, but there are a few details off, babe. I’ll let her explain those to you. Also, Percy’s real, but he never married Casey. He dated her, but then dumped her and married. “Good…now put me away and zip me up.”I did what he asked, then put my shirt back on, pulled it down over my breasts, and walked out to my car with Mr. Parsons. He handed me the keys, gave my tits a final squeeze, then said, “See you next week, Em.”When I showed up the following week, Mr. Parsons took me into his office, locked the door, and immediately removed my shirt and grabbed hold of my boobs. In no time, I was bent over his desk, with my panties tossed aside, my skirt pushed up to my.