I learned an important lesson on that vacation. I learned that while drunk sex was fun, more spontaneous, sex while sober was infinitely more natural, exciting and satisfying. We never told Sam what we did that night and I never screwed either brother again. I remember wondering which of the two would be the better; I was satisfied to have found out before japanese we went back to our normal lives. This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters. Sorry about the long wait between chapters, but I’ve been getting a book ready for publication and that takes up all my spare time. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story asian on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. I never expected being a submissive sex slave to be boring. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. In truth, I never expected to be a submissive sex slave, but once I became one, I really didn’t expect it to be boring. I’ve read some porn stories about sex slaves and none of them are boring. I guess those stories are only about a few hours’ time or perhaps a really exciting day or two. I didn’t fully amateur realize that when I submitted myself to Mistress Gloria, it would be twenty-four / seven / three sixty-five– well, at least, twenty-four / seven / for the rest of the summer. Of course that also means that I am slave-bonded to holly twenty-four / seven / hopefully, three sixty-five. I didn’t expect that either. That isn’t boring. It’s... it’s... I don’t know what it is, but even when we are apart, I know that she loves me and I love her and that we would do anything for each other... and for our Mistress, Mistress Gloria. Maybe my relationship with holly and my relationship with Mistress Gloria are sort of the same. I know that holly is always there for me even when I am alone and Mistress Gloria is always my Mistress, even when she isn’t anywhere around. Some people won’t understand that. Others will call it perverted love, or perhaps just perverted, but I call it the happiest six weeks of my life, so far. I say six weeks because it has now been six weeks since I got caught spying on my naked neighbors at Pond Cove and all of this started. That first day– actually the first couple of days– were really fast... and weird. I found out that I was a submissive pain slut. And I almost instantly fell in love with holly, who is Mistress Gloria’s submissive slave... and also a pain slut. She is an almost perfect pain slut– holly, I mean, not Mistress Gloria. Oh... and I found out that my mother is actually Mistress Mandy and my father is her submissive slave “winter.” I think his name is a play on our last name, Summerfield. Submissives– and Masters– run in our family. Maybe I should say that they gallop since teens the traits show up in every generation. As near as I can tell, almost every descendent Hardcore of Great Grandpa Walter Wilcox is either a Master or a Submissive. She jumped in the air above me and propelled off the shelve behind her. “Serena. I stay up and think of you He was going to enjoy this as long Hardcore as he could. It wasn’t a great orgasm and my girl parts were more than a little tender, but once I had climaxed, I was able to nestle back into the pillows and fall fast asleep. Her birthday was in one day and she still had not given me any ideas as to what she wanted. “Dani.” Ethan replied. He leant down to grab me, gripping tightly at my top. He had a cigarette in one hand, a paper cup in the other. Mother was especially nice to me when I asian got home. At this point I really wanted to suck his cock and was sorely tempted to do so. And not waiting for an answer she lifted her head so our lips met again and I pushed her japanese back down into the pillow and we kissed hungrily. Only the bosun I imagine suspected that we shared a cot. teens Ada knew all too well what that felt like. “Oh I saw a story about that in the papers, “ Johnson said excitedly, “they end up as dribbling morons with huge tits don't they.” he chuckled. She finally gave up and went to get dressed. Katin and I sharing one bedroom and Sylvia is living two amateur rooms away in her own room. As if from nowhere, Kyle was brought to his senses by Becca’s voice.