"She tensed her grip on his chin slightly. "Personal services? Footmassages?" Yes, Mistress," he said quietly."Well... Show me you mean it. Ask again,... but this time with feeling." Shereached down and gave his balls a little squeeze, and then fondled themgently as he confessed his desires to her."Please, Mistress, may I be your maid?", he said with all the earnestnesshe could muster. "I'll do all the cleaning and washing, and I'll cook foryou, and I'll give you massages and do anything else you. Phip shed his own and looked once more at his sister's seductive body. "So what about the party?" he said, to get things rolling."Well, I think Dad should get something special for his number four-oh, she said, licking her lips, and I think they've got something going on with Uncle Jamey and Aunt Sara. I think we should visit cousin Brad and Cindy and find out what they know." Just what do you think Mom and Dad have going with Uncle Jamey and Aunt Sara?" Don't you hear Mom and Dad in their room. The stories I loved were the ones that just seemed completely outrageous; not in the sense that a lot of people would think, but ones dealing with really extreme fantasies. Permanent body modification, full sexual slavery and complete 24/7 submission turned me on so much I found myself addicted to my own self-pleasuring. I spent a lot of time in self-bondage, but after a while the satisfaction this brought began to fade, and since much of my life was spent thinking about them, the stories. Samuelson. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Melissa, would you like to offer your guest something to drink?"She jumped slightly, caught by surprise, and asked what I would like."Uh, just water is fine with me, thanks," I said."I'll take a glass also, please, Melissa," said her father. He turned his attention back to me. "So, Melissa tells me you are in the 11th grade."For the next half hour he grilled me on school, my grades, football and basketball and baseball, my college choices, my.