He smells sweet and musky. He takes my hand, steering me across the room. I let him lead me. As we fall on the bed I go to unfasten the belt of his tr...ousers, it's what a good slave girl would do, after all. Joe laughs as I fumble with it and says, "Here let me." I can't stop him. He unfastens it, unzips his trousers and pushes them off. I try to pull his boxers off. "No," he says, smiling and trying to push my dress up, "let's take yours off."We tumble together until I'm naked and so is he.. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the yard like a real bitch. The first two weeks were about stripping her down and normalizing her new status as property. You might think your mom is a strong person and in many ways you're right, but at her core is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That's all much easier when she is stoned, so constant weed intox was instrumental at the start. Week 2: Time was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong. I had started to get a semi at the thought of this older guys fucking my gorgeous girlfriends cunt in front of me. But that would never happen. Would it? As I walked over to the bar Holly barely even noticed me, it was clear that she had been knocking back the drinks. A large pile of those crappy plastic cups they serve your drinks in on holiday decorated the bar and the smell of rum and Coke lingered on her lips and she finally spotted me and gave me a kiss. The guy was married and had arrived. Melissa beckoned them forward and I dropped back down on my knees to be on their level. ‘Girls, this is Ron. He’s Jeanette, Ben, and Cal Junior’s Uncle Ron. Ron, this is Cassandra and Courtney. We’re babysitting them while their Mom is at work.’ Her voice shook a little and I didn’t know why. I let it pass. Melissa is a bundle of emotions ready to spark even at the most placid of times. I shook hands with each of the little girls solemnly. ‘My goodness, you two are just as cute as you can be,’.