Though I kept my voice even, it was obvious to Peter that I was barely holding in my anger. "Don't give me that "waitress" shit, I saw you fucking tha... bridesmaid, fucking another woman behind my best friends' back," I all but hissed at the scared wimp in front of me. As I drew back a fist with the intent of rearranging his facial features, it suddenly became apparent that his fear had turned to terror. If it was possible, his britches became even more sodden as his terror took away his bladder. I ran for about a block and finally stopped, panting heavily. I waited until my breath returned to normal and stood there thinking. What should I do now? Maybe I should have listened to my parents. Maybe I was too young to date. Well, there was nothing for it, I'd just have swallow my pride and walk home. It was only seven or eight blocks.I'd barely started to walk when a car full of young black teenagers drove slowly by. "Hey honky," yelled one of them. "Want a little of my black meat?" I. ..? A throat was cleared, and I looked to my left. It took me several moments to recognize the woman standing there as Helen. For one thing, she was nude. Gloriously nude, full breasts, broad hips, a neatly trimmed triangle, long legs. Technically I suppose she wasn't totally nude, but her heels only emphasized the rest of her appearance. She stood in command of the room, with a look that brooked no questions. Kneeling at her feet was another woman, younger, also nude, with a dark collar around. “Very nice Bro, they are perfect for practice, so much more movement” I was genuinely pleased that she liked them.“You’re not going to practice in that baggy shirt are you?” I asked and she let out a half laugh“No Silly, I will take it off, less restrictions that way” she said and I was happy with that explanation but did wonder what else she had on, hell why don’t I ask?“So what panties you got on then Sis? I asked and she stood up and raised her shirt exposing a nice pair of white panties.