I guess it was my junior year at Boston College when I turned on the radio and heard three familiar voices emanate forth. The announcer said it was a ...new group called Trio but I recognized them almost instantly — Greg, Carrie and Kellie.I couldn't help but smile.It helped that I recognized the song as one of several I had penned in Europe. They were in a notebook I handed to Greg that last day in my driveway.I was happy that Trio had finally hit the big time but I was sorry that it had taken. She paused just long enough to make sure she wasn't making a fool of herself in front on the other people at the bus stop. She had slid her hand slightly up my leg and stopped for a few seconds on my semi hard cock before she slid it backdown a inch or two away from my dick- not in the sense of pulling away but simply the 30 people half watching. I hadn't taken long before her scent was starting to intoxicate me further and my growing erection reach out to her stationary hand. Her only reaction. There was a click. A voice came: This is Miss Judith speaking from the ‘Paradise.’ The slave-girl Julia has a message for her Mistress. There was a pause. Melissa sipped her drink. She was thrilling and thrilling deep inside. Though she had once been a victim herself, she was beginning to understand the unique pleasure of personal power of this nature.) Mistress (said a low, hoarse voice) it is an honour to be permitted to address you. (It was Julia.)May I first thank you for sending me back to. Not then. But her panties. Her dresses. I could spend anafternoon dressing. I guess it was inevitable that I would be caught.My step-mom (no, this isn't an evil step-mom story) is named Charlotte.She's only 10 years older than me, hardly wizened enough to raise a teen-age boy. So when she came into my room with an armful of laundry, and Iwas in the blue dress, her jaw dropped open. "Oh, my," she said. "Oh, hi, Charlotte," I said. "I'm ...I'm just playing. You see, there isthis party..."She.