Say it, slut. Admit you love it. Say 'I love being your slutMama-san,'" Kimberley taunted, her ministrations reaching a crescendo.The remaining part... of Peter wanted to scream a denial, beg for a returnto normality, but Poppy's lust and conditioning was too strong."I love it. I love being your slut Mama-san," she squealed as herorgasm overtook her, spurting a smallish quantity of cum overKimberley's hand. Kimberley lifted her hand to Poppy's mouth."Clean," she commanded, smiling in. When he had called to make the reservation, the maitre d' had offered a special dessert, one that the restaurant apparently made often. The ring would be in a special cradle on the dessert, made to look like a black velvet box, but it was actually cake.Mike was on pins and needles when the doorbell rang. He opened the door to see Deanne. "Hi," he said, opening the door."Hi, yourself. Where's Caryn?" Deanne asked."She should be home any minute. I have a birthday celebration planned." He showed. The alcohol was wearing off, she’d had the fuck of her life, and really just wanted to go home and go to bed. “Ill get him another time,” she said to herself as she headed downstairs and back to the party. She looked around for Zoe, but with all the people there, it would be an almost impossible task to find her, and besides, she was probably in a bedroom somewhere, so sending a quick text to let her friend where she was, Lucy headed out into the warm summer night.Home wasn’t too far away, so. So normally I would do more research while writing a story but since this is online and I’m not writing it as a midterm (smiles), I’ve been more lax. I apologize in advance if something is way off base or inaccurate. The prologue is a backdrop with not much dialogue. It picks up though. I promise. ***** Light Heart ‘Yes mother,’ Light Heart repeated again for what felt like the fifth time just that morning to her mothers interrogation before her usual walk into town. She knew her mother was.