" Who's Brandon?" My dad looked at me and then at my mom, and then they both looked at my small black Porsche."My boyfriend," I said with a giggle, ju...st teasing them the way I hadn't in years.A few seconds later I opened the passenger door and Brandon practically knocked me down as he scrambled out of the front seat. He hated sitting in the car by himself and ran around the yard excitedly, stretching his legs and barking with joy. I reached behind the seats to find my purse and the old gym bag. . 10 years?’ ‘Well, I’m 25 now so you do the math.’ She took my hand and re-traced her path through the crowd to her friends. She introduced them to me but I really wasn’t paying attention… you know how it is when you meet people you are never going to see again. I was much more fascinated with Stef. As she talked and laughed through the introductions, I was hypnotized by her smile and her soft voice. It was funny how in a loud and noisy bar, I could pick out her voice so clearly. Nathan’s wife. ”“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”“Enough talking nylons slave, you can thank me properly later.” Bethany had a wicked smile when she said this, and I knew she had something extra special planned for me.Pointing at the bed she said “You can start with the suspender belt.”Bethany had already decided upon the lingerie she was going to wear, and I picked up the plain white six strap suspender belt from the bed. Walking behind her I fastened the belt around her waist. I couldn’t stop my hardness. ” She pinched Sierra hard on the side. “OW! Stop calling me a slut, what’s your fucking problem!?” She cried, tears leaking out again. “Want me to say it? Right here? Fine. I found out about what you did with my mom.” “WHAT? HOW? I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, all my underwear were dirty last night so I went into her drawer, and guess what I fucking found? Your little yellow fucking crotchless panties you're so fond of wearing all the time. And when I.