"You will address me as Mistress from now on slut!" Owww... Yes Mistress! I'm sorry Mistress!" Laura cried, wincing in pain as a welt formed on her ba...ck."Mrs. Leigh, your little girlie slut is doing a piss poor job rimming my asshole, to think you wasted all that money on sending this useless slut to college. Why, she didn't even learn to tongue an asshole properly." You useless bitch! You flunked your damn classes, because you were too busy eating pussy, remember? Don't tell me you didn't even. Why was he cupping my butt? He didnt even squeeze. He just held it in his palm. He looked into my eyes before I could protest or ask him what he was doing, and the way he was looking at me scared me. Lay. Back. Down. he growled. I did immediately, my stomach in knots. Take off her shirt, Brian said to Mommy. I knew better than to argue now, and I think Mommy was kind of scared, too. I felt her fingers on my skin as she grabbed the bottom edges of my shirt and started to pull it up my back. The. At that time they were “fully fashioned”, created in a wide variety of sizes to fit the leg exactly and knitted together down the back showing a seam. During the time when nylon stockings were hard to come by, women had become quite skillful at drawing a line down the backs of their legs to give the appearance of stockings by mimicking this seam line. However, that changed in the late 60’s when manufacturers found they could make nylon stretchy by crimping it under heat and then when Lycra was. Without realizing it, and while I was still struggling with the enormity of such an action, my body had once more betrayed me and succumbed to the order. I found myself on my stomach between my husband’s legs with his flaccid cock in my mouth, and I could already feel the first gentle stirrings back to life. Marietta whispered something into his ear, and he chuckled, bent his head back and kissed her deeply. “Good girl,” he praised, stroking my hair, and the gesture and words did something.