I clamped my other hand around her waist, pressing her up against the counter so she can't get away."Close your eyes," I said in a commanding tone, cu...tting off her breath with my hand. I feel her try to swallow and tremble but she held still. "Do everything I say, and do it quickly and everything will go well for you." Yes, Sir." she choked out with some difficulty as I released the pressure on her neck just a little.I pulled her hands behind her back and held her wrists in one hand. I slid my. She wanted me to get permission from my mom to bring the 4-year-old son during her work at our home.I spoke to my mom , initially she refused but I convinced her and made to agree. Next day onwards she brought her son, so I used to play with her son and give food and make wear dress. Sometimes give a bath to her son. She felt happy when I do this little work for her. Since my mother goes out for market for 1 to 2 hours, I had all freedom to do all these services to her. Then she told me , that. "But since you claim to like our costumes so much, why don't you join us for a while, it's still early." She grinned in what seemed a familiar way. "Umm. Well, I..." He was at a loss for words. He managed to admit to himself that Mayhem frightened him, a little. He struggled for a moment with his libido and his sense of self-preservation. Mandy smiled reassuringly. "We have quite a few things back at our house that you might like. Quite a lot of rubber. I'd say about three-fourths of our. Understand one thing though ... if her mom is a domineering bitch ... she will be too. Beauty is skin deep ... ugly goes much deeper.Mom and dad, secure not that I was mostly hooked, invited me to a party Friday night. Ignoring Wendy's protests, I agreed."It's dress," her dad said."How dress?" I asked."Neither white nor black tie," Mrs. Austin said, "But the next step down ... at the Yacht Club."Shit. "I have no appropriate clothes," I said."I'l handle it, mother," my redheaded hellion said,.