"Wait! Please." Seriously? You're playing me, right? You bring me out here to accuse me of being gay? What the fuck is that? Are your wrestling buddie...s hiding around somewhere to beat me up?"Steve made for his bag again, but Andy's hold on his shoulder was strong enough to stop him. Steve's heart beat hard and he was getting scared, but when he look at Andy's face he thought the jock was about to cry."Steve. Please. Hold on. I'm not going to hurt you, promise. Sit down a second will you,. I said yeah look and I stood up and pulled down my pants and my dick was as hard as a dick could be. She laughed and said it made me wet too. Well lets go fuck I said. She said good idea , picked up the phone and called Tim. I heard her say I just showed the ol man that video we made, then she said I'm horny as HELL I'll be there in ten minutes. She hung up the phone and went into our room...I followed her and begged her not to go. She said sorry I have aready asked him. She pulled off all her. “Enough of that!” says Mistress, slapping my penis through the bloomers with her riding crop. “Petticoats next! Seven layers in white chiffon, if you please vikki.” Vikki goes to the wardrobe, returns with the oh-so-gorgeous pettis and I step into them. Vikki arranges them nicely, tugging them up and down till they are perfectly even.“Now we need a dress. I think the Felicia, don’t you, vikki?”“Yes Mistress,” she replies, “a very good choice, Mistress.” She steps over to the wardrobe again and. I knelt on the second floor hallway of our rundown house. My knuckles were white as I clutched two posts of the railing with my head between them peering down into the living room. My long hair was disheveled from sleeping and hung down in tangled blonde tresses that partly covered my face. But I could still see. Part of me wished I couldn't as I felt revulsion towards my mother as she sat on the couch with her legs spread.She was completely naked ... well, except for her thigh-high stockings..