.....You: as you can tell I'm already hardStranger: thats how i like itYou: what are you wearing?Stranger: my panties and a shirtYou: not a lot to tak...e off thenStranger: thats the pointYou: i can see your nipples throught the shirt....niceStranger: yeahYou: those panties look moistStranger: they areYou: come closer let me touch themStranger: sureYou: hmm niceStranger: thxYou: i run my hands under your shirt and tweek your nipplesStranger: and i moan as you rub themYou: i move my hands to your. ‘Dawn?’ Faith called again. ‘Fai…’ Dawn was losing consciousness. Faith saw the light coming from under the bathroom door, and figured Dawn was inside. ‘Hey, Dawn, that you in the bathroom?’ Faith could hear something, but Dawn didn’t answer. ‘Dawn?’ Still no reply came. ‘Dawn?!’ Faith started to get worried. When still no answer came, Faith busted down the door and was horrified when she saw Dawn laying in a pool of her own bl**d, and bl**dy letter opener on the counter. ‘Fuck, Dawn!’ Faith. They were almost against his chin, since, with heels,Beth was over six-feet tall to George's five-footeight.That hug, the intoxicating smell of her perfume, andthe feel of her warm, glossed lips on George's cheekreinforced the rigidity of his tiny prick.For the millionth time in his young life, a flash ofdisappointment surged through George. He routinelycursed the fates that gave his Dad an XXL ladypleaser,while George was stuck with a "little finger" of apenis. Then he prayed that he didn't. She would call them 'Miss' and me 'Mistress' and they would havefull authority to punish her as they saw fit.It took a few weeks to get the documentation sorted out. By that time Ihad gathered plenty more compromising blackmail evidence and arrangedNick's life so that he had no hope of escaping his situation, unless Iallowed it, although I'm not that sure he would want to escape, even ifhe could.When the time came he signed everything over to me without a peep ofprotest. I was to become the.