Betty started grinding her wet pussy on Pete's shaft. He had to get inside."Do you have a condom?" he asked."Do we have to use one?" she asked, kinda ...hining.Pete smiled. "Nope."He took his hard dick and aimed it, touching the head to Betty's soft wet pussy lips. Then he slid inside her and groaned. Her pussy gripped down on his cock like a clamp. Pete pushed himself deeper. A struggle never felt so good. He had to grab Betty's hips and pull her down on his cock. She moaned softly at first,. "... get you wearing something a little... sexier. I wonder how you would look in a skirt and heels..." Mom!"Her positive reinforcement fueled his burning desire for more; to look the way she looked, feel what she felt, be what she was.He had long since explored the deepest recesses of her walk-in closet, dresser, vanity table and nightstand. He had found her special things and familiarized himself with all of it. On the evenings his parents went out, Alex had indulged his fantasies and dressed. Linda chided Joan for her promiscuous behavior and accused her of making a play for her daddy. With righteous indignation, she reminded Joan that she was a married woman, and that her baby probably wasn't even her husband's, naming half a dozen guys who claimed getting into her pants.With her usual cool, Joan smiled at Linda and said, "Don't get catty on me, honey, I can work up a pretty good list of guys who claim to getting into your britches, too."Linda backed off. "Just stay away from my. For her legs were wide open and her feet secured to keep them that way.Looking to right and left she saw four other young women, all similarly bound and similarly awakening to the horrors of a new and ghastly life away from family, friends and kindness. She must be dreaming this! Her recent fantasies had made her sleeping mind conjure up this grim vision. In a few minutes she would wake up.A man appeared. He was large, he was bearded and he was holding a leather whip. A five bladed Slave Whip!.