After few minutes, she got up.She did not speak a word, just walked to the kitchen to pick her clothes and head to the washroom. Her ass looked fabulo...us, with juices trickling down her legs as she walked back.She told me, “You can use the other washroom.”We came back from the washroom. She was quietly busy in the kitchen work, trying to see what had happened to her food. I sat on the chair, looking at her. It all happened so quickly and fast that we were not able to just digest it. I tried to. He will have to earn his phallic devotions from Mistress, won’t he? Start by sucking my cock, of course. Oh, and you live with me now, so bye-bye parents or whatever. Your sweet Italian ass is now mine,” I ordered everyone present.I then called home and told Jen, “Leave Vicky with Pam and Grace for now. Grab Cheryl, Jess, and Jamie. Call Carl and Roxanne next. Have them take off early and meet me at this address (the fast food place). It’s a fast food place, so we’ll have plenty to eat for free. The last part ended with my ex-sister-in-law, now Mistress leaving me wearing the smallest chastity device I owned telling me that the only way I would get it removed was to travel the five hours to her house. Along with the travel was the dread of being not only her slave but potentially all her daughters; four of them, and her friends. I was also told that I had to wait at least a month. I texted and called numerous times over the month but I never got a response, just silence or. He didn’t know what Tiffany could possibly be sorry about.“Look, Timmy,” she said, “I know how to fix it, but first, you have to be my boyfriend first.”“Your boyfriend?” Timmy said incredulously, “Me?” He thought Tiffany was the prettiest girl at school. Why would she pick him to be her boyfriend?“Yeah you, Timmy,” Tiffany said, “You are kind of cute, But, if you are going to be my boyfriend, you have to make sure the other guys I give boners to don’t bother me, OK?”“Well, sure…, yeah!” he.