Which brings us to today. This morning Mistress Angie took me to the tattoo parlor. 'Sissy Cuckold' was tattooed just above my locked dicklette. I wan...ted to ask if I was actually officially a cuckold, but didn't dare. Afterwards she told me I was being a good boy and would get a special treat today.Later that afternoon I was on the floor painting Mistress Angie's toenails when the doorbell rang. Dressed only in my lavender panties I got up to answer the door. Opening it, trying to hide behind. " Bullshit, he is as good in joint right this minute. You gonna love going to the prom with some big buck nigger name Bubba." I said. "Short Eyes, most of those cons have kids outside and you are who they worry about. You are going to have an interesting life inside." This is bullshit, I'm going to get in my car and call the police." he said."Here let me dial the number for you," I said removing the burn phone from the pocket of the fancy designer khaki pants.I dialed Mike Dawson's number, then. I told her she hadvery nice legs. "Would you like to touch them?". My heart sank. "Your dad wouldkill me if I did anything with you". "He isn't here and won't be back for at leasthalf an hour. I'd like you to eat my pussy". Holy shit I thought. I got up andwalked over to her and sat down on the sofa next to her. I put my hand on her legand slid it slowly upwards. She parted her legs and I placed my hand on her mound.Her panties were wet. I leaned over and kissed her on the neck and kept rubbing. Her bed was made, and all her clothes had been put away. I was about to leave when I spotted something shiny laying between her bed and the nightstand. It was a tiny tube looking thing. I knelt and picked it up. It looked like a long, oversized bullet. It was silver and shiny. I brought it closer to my eyes. There was a switch on the bottom. I flipped the switch and it began vibrating in my hand. I quickly turned it off and put it back where I found it. I went back to my room and turned on my.