All you need tothink about is being a good girl for me and don't worry about anything else my little slut." Yes Sir" I said, knowing I had asked more ...thanI needed to know but I was smiling because Iknew the answer to my question now too.This was going to be fun....Since the weekend that I was put to the testthere have been no new girls so I was anxiousto watch Kathy and see what they had in mindfor her. These events are monthly and thereare about 20 members and their slaves in theclub. Most, if. I hated pleasing him but the alternative was far worst. To my mom’s surprise I actually took the skirt and looked at it closer. It was pink and straight with a crack on the right side. Normally I don’t wear this kind because I don’t like showing too much skin, but this time I browsed some more and couldn’t find anything else that would work. Plus I wanted to make my mom happy and “quit wearing jeans all the time” as she put it. I also picked out a few spaghetti strapped tank tops and went to. I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. Chucky lightly grasped both breasts and ran his thumb over each small pink nub. A low moan escaped my lips. He laid down beside me. I slid my skirt and bottoms off while he stripped off his trunks. Suddenly feeling self conscious, I laid between the sheets and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders. He laughed softly but climbed under next to me. He hugged me close and ran one hand thru my hair and ran his other down my thigh to pull my knee up onto. We kissed passionately beside the bed before she fell backwards spreading her legs for me. I immediately thrust my face into her warm crotch, licking every area I could imagine. She scooted back farther onto the bed into the pillows with my face dig deep into her thick soft hips. I remember her squeezing my head at times so hard I thought I would pass out, never removing my mouth from her dripping pussy. After 10 minutes of hot, wet licking she started to get up. Very forcibly she pushed me.