Way back in high school, I decided that the only way that I was gonna ever be anything in life was as somebody else's property. Well, I started thinki...ng that I would be somebody else's life partner, but I was too weak to make that work. At the beginning of college, I got into the BDSM scene, but that didn't work out. As one Master told me, I didn't contribute anything to the relationship. I was too weak to even make a good submissive. My lot in life, it seems, was to become someone's abused. Jessica was the most important thing in her life and she would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant that she became unhappy. She had excused herself from Martin using the excuse that she needed to make some phone calls concerning her business.Sandra had headed for the phone at the entrance of the gallery and called Jessica. After a short conversation, Sandra had told Jessica that she knew that Jessica was in love with Martin and that she would let them do anything they wanted that. My own stepfather, who I had just turned earlier that day.“Now, where were we? My groin is thankfully recovered enough from that kick by Stacey, it would seem. Come on, Vicky ... do your wifely duty! Suck your new man’s cock!” I brought Mom close to me and pushed her head down to my groin, a very Hoganesque act except that she wanted this ... and I never did with Principal Hogan.“Oh, baby ... I love this! This cock ... it’s sweeter than Jerry’s, thicker than Jerry’s, so much better than. Of course, mentioning it to Terri gets me, “Me, too. I mean, we can do pneumatics or hydraulics, but that’s some kind of power unit we have to contend with. Let’s see who’s doing what in other places.”And then Derek wanders up. Actually, made a point of coming over, but he made it LOOK like he was wandering up.“What’s up, Derek?”“Can I talk to you like a big brother?”“You know you can. Something on your mind?”“Yeahhhh,” he said. “You ‘n’ Mimi getting married.”“I kinda think that’s a good thing..