He looked at her for a moment, then proceeded to tell her that she was going to be busy that evening, pleasing those men he had chosen for her. She wa... going to prove her worth to him as being an Owned Slut.No one was allowed to enter her pussy as that was for his use only unless he chose otherwise. They would have to ask permission to do anything to her. That included cumming on her or fucking her in her pussy, ass or mouth. She listened intently. As he was speaking, she felt her pussy. We could use those spare napkins now," she told her."I've uh ... got uh ... some of those uh ... wet ones," she finally managed to answer. "I'll be right back!" She'd even forgotten to leave us the check, suddenly spinning around remembering it coming back again. Her face appeared to be as flushed as mine was.Susan had already thrown down a couple of twenties onto the table, more than enough to cover lunch as well as a very sizeable tip."Don't worry about the towels," Susan said grinning, now. (GMC) He held a responsible job. He was a very dominant, in the sense of job responsibilities and very aggressive at his work, where as my mother was submissive and a housewife. Because of my fathers job, he worked constant hours and I did not see him as much as my Mother. My father worked a many weekends and I probably only saw him a few times a month. My Mother hardly ever disciplined me as a c***d; it all came from my Father. Because I rarely saw my Father and because discipline came from. “How are you doing?” she repeated. Her lips were moist. “Good, my name is Josh. Yours?” “Lillian, but just call me Lily.” The name of an angel. So far so good. “You just moved here?” I asked. She looked around at the new property. It was a two-story town home with white paneling and the basic shingle roof, but it was cute with its rose bushes, oak trees, and brand new wooden fencing around the back. “Yep, I moved down from New York,” Lily stated. The breeze caught her hair, blowing locks of.