Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... she always does her shopping at the bigger stores. You have a clever mind, my sexy little partner in crime. What are those girls, maybe Juniors this coming year?”

I was beaming, being praised by Jodi was the greatest feeling because she was so precise about stuff. She would never say that unless she meant it wholeheartedly. And I was turned on by the fact that I had managed to impress Jodi, too. That and imagining mom in the store as we talked about it.

“I picked the store because of those girls. Yeah, the little redhead I know will be a Junior this year but I’ve never seen the other girl at our school, so she may go to the all girls Catholic school. You know a lot of them are lezzies there.”

We both laughed at how I still don't see myself as lezzy too. But after all this and breaking up with my boyfriend I don’t think I will ever want to kiss boys again. I think a dildo sounds much less complicated. Jodi agreed but refused to take the hint. She just keeps saying I’m not ready. Ughh! I’m like, melting here!

After finishing the really hot Boxtie/Hogtie combo she wanted me to learn and untying her a thought came to me.

“Right now mom could be standing nervous and humiliated in front of that little lezzy cashier. The cucumber, condoms, clothes pins, wood spoon, candle and KY lotion all on the counter between them, the girls checking out her big boobs stuck straight out with nipples hard from the tight ropes around them. That thin red summer sweater stretched ...

... tight over it all. Mom would be shivering because of the crotch rope under that pretty flower pattern short skirt keeping her turned on, her face flushed beneath the heavy, slutty makeup you made her put on, standing tall in those hot red heels that match her hooker red lipstick. Fuck, she is just so hot already, those girls must be wet as hell for her right now! I can’t wait to see the pics of her like that! I wish you had let me come down before she left!” She reminded me, of course, that Mom would never have agreed to me seeing her like that.

The thought of those girls seeing mom like that and wanting her, too, kind of made me jealous. She was not doing anything actually illegal but way the fuck slutty.

“Hey, she may be a slut but she is our slut. They can look but she ours!” I decided. We both laughed again.

Jodi

Little Julie is incredibly athletic and strong. She totally blew me away when she tossed a few armloads of loose hay out onto the middle of the hall floor then stood on the edge of the loft, squatted some then leapt off and landed flat footed on the thin covering of hay on the dirt floor! She bent her knees, taking the impact and translating it into another spinning jump. When she landed again she threw up her hands like she was in a gymnastics tournament and beamed at me.

“Ta Da!” She cried out gleefully.

No damn way was I going to try that! I clapped and shouted. “Holy fuck Julie...that’s damn impressive!”

I was going to have to make it a point ...