.Wake up dear." I turned on the couch. "Kal.." I could feel a soft hand rubbing my back. I slowly opened my eyes. To see my mother kneeling next to me... "Mmm.. Hey mom." I said through groggy eyes. Sitting up I let out a yawn. My mom turned away laughing. 'Huh?' I thought. As I looked down. 'Oh shit!' My cock was rock hard and had pushed through my panties and forced my skirt up. "Oh, God." I yelled. As I ran passed my mom and up to my room. I jumped under the blankets hiding. My mom was. ...the time you are giving her. ........... She wishes only to learn under your guidance . . . to take whatever training ............you see fit for her! She will obey ...............always!" The words flowed fast, without thought, punctuated by deep gasping breaths as Becca continued to almost hump against the bar. Her face was wet with fresh tears. She bit her lip again as she shifted from foot to foot, somehow holding in the pleas for mercy.Hearing Becca's agonised cries as her squeals. We settled the tab and as we walked out of the bar, two of the girls suggested we go around the corner to check out the new tattoo parlor. I resisted, but they talked me into it. I guess I got caught up in the moment and found myself sitting in a semi-private stall with my bra off and one tit covered, but the other one was being fondled and jabbed with a vibrating needle by a good-looking stud. My two friends were really shocked that I was actually doing it and asked afterward what it felt. . I spent that night and the next day watching the movies and making sure my body was smooth and soft. The night before I left was so slow. I spent it packing and trying to relax. I finally fell asleep around midnight. Chapter 3 My alarm goes off at 6 am. I groan but push myself out of bed. I jump in the shower as Jessica makes coffee. I hurry and dress in a pair of low ride jeans and a low cut silk tank top. Of course I’m wearing a new silk bra and a very tiny thong. I pull my long black hair.