.My name is Catalina, and Master has asked me to share my story with you. I am not a great story teller, and I am not even sure this is a story that y...u wish to here, but I will do as I am requested. We met a little over five years ago. I was 19 at the time, in my third year of collage. Always a year younger than my classmates, I tended to be a quiet observer. I was not unhappy with life, but I found it to be overwhelming most of the time. So many things to do and see, that it was almost. "These are much more practical for every day wear Julie." What she had chosen were plain Jane bras in white. Mine were all frilly and lace trimmed with smaller cups. Ah well.After that, mom added panties, a slip, then two more skirts, three blouses, two dresses, and a suit. From there we added four more pairs of shoes, two purses, a new wallet, and an outer jacket. "You need so much Julie! Maybe we can do a little each week. All I can think of that you need right now is a jewelry box and. "They're planning something, but I'm not allowed to know what it is." She replied grumpily.I looked across at the boys who were breaking up and heading our away."Mark wants to play war." Luke told us."War?" I laughed."And we decided it would be a good idea," He continued, ignoring my scorn. "Seeing as we played your games yesterday." You mean bang-bang your dead I'm not war?" Jenny sniggered."It's more like chase really." Mark put in. "One of us is given a two minute head start and then. Off to the side, watching the events very intently and with apparently great enjoyment, sat Brent, our son, ardently jacking a truly massive slab of teen meat as his bud fucked his mom right in front of him like it was most natural thing in the world.I was paralyzed by the sight, my entire body frozen in place, my mind too it seemed, as all I could do was stare soundlessly in disbelief. I wanted to scream out loud, to crash through the window and tear Brent, Tom and their smirking, cat-calling.