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   Joanne was having trouble concentrating at work lately, because she
spent the day either looking at the door or waiting for the phone to ring.
She shuffled the papers on her desk and jumped when the phone rang.  She
looked at the phone and hoped it was, and yet at the same time prayed it
wasn't Sandra telling her it was time.  By the third ring Joanne's pussy
started to come alive and her nipples almost fully hardened, and when she
finally answered the phone, she wanted to scream in frustration because the
call was work related.  She returned to work and fumbled with her paperwork
for another hour, and was pleasantly surprised when Wendy entered her
office.  She smiled at Wendy, but her smile slowly faded when she saw how
provocatively Wendy was dressed.  Joanne swallowed nervously when Wendy
turned and locked the door.  She hoped Wendy was here to take her to
Sandra, but prayed she wouldn't have to follow Wendy back through the
office dressed like that, and thought, "Oh God no.  There is no way I could
ever do that.  I know I'd die from humiliation.  How could you Wendy?  Oh
God, maybe Sandra will order me to follow Wendy back across the office
almost naked?  Why is she just standing there quietly looking at me?  What
does she want?  SAY SOMETHING WENDY!" Joanne was so scared she shook, but
never took her eyes from Wendy's remarkable figure, and as she looked at
Wendy's body she felt her nipples expand until they hurt.  Joanne tried,
but couldn't tear her eyes from Wendy's abundant naked cleavage, and knew
Sandra ordered Wendy to come to her office braless and with her shirt
unbuttoned to the skirt.  She stared at Wendy's wide-open shirt and still
could not believe Wendy walked across the office with her shirt open almost
to her nipples.  She could almost hear Wendy's pleas and Sandra's orders.

   Joanne unconsciously squirmed in her chair at the thought she would have
to do whatever Sandra said from now on, and wondered what it would be like
to walk back to Wendy's office with her shirt unbuttoned, and blushed when
she felt her pussy start to drip.  She could not tear her eyes from Wendy's
full round naked breasts, and could vividly recall the last time she saw
Wendy's long luscious nipples, and still remembered how Sandra ordered
Wendy to strip in front of her.  Joanne felt ill that she lusted after her
friend and yet prayed Wendy's shirt would open a half-inch so she could see
Wendy's hard nipples again.  Joanne squirmed in her chair and felt so
embarrassed her panties were wet, and shivered with lust and fear at what
might happen next.  She stared at Wendy's lush body, and pondered why Wendy
just stood there, and almost reached into her purse and got Wendy's
panties, but just sat there, and let her eyes roam across Wendy's
remarkable body, and cursed the damp aching need in her pussy.  She let her
right hand fall from the desk into her lap and slowly brought her hand to
her crotch.  She slid her chair forward to hide what she was about to do,
and squeezed her vagina through her slacks.  She fought not to moan, but
could not control her body as it shook with unbridled lust.  Joanne
caressed her vagina and wondered if her friend knew what she was doing
under her desk and wondered what color panties she wore today.  Joanne
remembered how she placed Wendy's custy panties on her face, and breathed
in Wendy's wonderful scent.  She stared at Wendy's hips, and wondered if
Wendy's panties were as sheer and silky as the pair in her purse, and all
Joanne could do was sit at her desk and watch her friend.  She wanted to
get out of her chair, and kneel before Wendy, lift up her friend's skirt,
and once again breathe in Wendy's scent through her panties, but was too
scared to move.

   Joanne sat at her desk and swallowed nervously when Wendy removed her
shirt, and gasped when Wendy reached down and slowly raised her skirt. 
Joanne tried to stop rubbing her vagina because she was humiliated to be
openly masturbating in her office, but her growing lust controlled her
actions, and she was powerless to stop her intimate caresses.  She watched
her friend as she ever so slowly raised her skirt another inch, and could
not tear her eyes from Wendy's perfect thighs as they came into view. 
Joanne shivered as Wendy continued to raise her skirt until it was just
below her crotch.  Joanne could not stop herself when she reached up with
her left hand and cupped her breast.  She pulled on her hard nipple and
shivered with lust, and wanted to scream at Wendy to hurry up and show her
her panties.  Joanne sat there enthralled, but was not prepared when Wendy
pulled up her skirt the last inch and she saw Wendy was without panties. 
Joanne sat at her desk and stared at her friend's naked vagina, and could
not believe how excited she got by just looking at another woman's vagina.
Joanne squeezed her pussy with her right hand, and worked her pants and
panties into her vagina with her middle finger, and caressed her clit with
her thumb.  She stared at Wendy's naked body and continued to masturbate at
her desk, and was stunned when Wendy sank to her knees and crawled across
her office.  Joanne leaned forward in her chair, and watched her friend's
large breast wobble as she crawled slowly towards her.  Joanne shivered in
lust and could not stop herself from moaning out loud.  She felt great
shame when she speeded up her middle finger and rubbed her clit harder. 
She felt so ashamed when she felt her wetness now soaked through her pants,
but nothing would make her stop until she climaxed.  Joanne's pussy
throbbed in anticipation and her breath now came in short moaning pants,
and as she rapidly approached her orgasm, she wondered what would happen
next, but everything stopped when Wendy spoke, "If you climax before you're
allowed, I'm going to punish you, and then leave.  From now on you need
permission to cum, and only Sandra can give it." Joanne groaned in despair
as she tore her hand away from her vagina.  Her need to climax was so
strong, but her fear and need to obey Wendy was stronger.

   Wendy was terrified when Sandra ordered her to come to Joanne's office
and seduce her friend, but now that she was here her body was on fire, and
she thought, "This must be what Sandra feels when she orders me around."
Wendy felt her pussy throb with every beat of her heart, and after watching
her friend masturbate Wendy's body felt so alive, but felt humiliated when
she followed Sandra's orders, and crawled around the side of Joanne's desk.
She knelt on the floor and looked into Joanne's bright blue eyes and said,
"Sandra said I was not to touch you without first getting my panties back."
She saw Joanne immediately reach into her purse, and had to save her friend
and screamed, "Wait!  We've been friends a long time Joanne, and I'm sorry.
Oh God Joanne I'm so sorry you're involved with this, but please think
about what you're getting yourself into.  Sandra ordered me to come here.
Ordered me Joanne.  I have no will of my own and will do anything Sandra
asks.  Anything.  Is that what you really want?" She watched her close
friend nod, and shook her head sadly.

   "Yes!  Oh God yes Wendy.  I need..." Joanne immediately said and felt
humiliated at how eager she sounded.

   "Okay.  Give me my panties, but beware; if you lay those panties in my
hand you will belong to Sandra.  This is your last chance to change you
mind."

   "I... I... I have you panties in my purse." She tried to calm her feral
thoughts, but her mind ran wild with the outlandish things she would have
to do after she placed the pale panties in Wendy's hand.  Joanne shivered
when she reached into her purse, and grabbed the silky panties.  She rubbed
the silky material between her fingers one last time, and was a little
disappointed she would no longer have Wendy's panties as a masturbation aid
anymore.  She knew her world was about to change as she placed the sheer
panties into Wendy's hand, and jumped when she felt Wendy roughly grab her
knees, and sat there stunned as her friend pushed her legs open as wide as
the chair would allow, and then poked her between the breast and pushed her
back into the chair.  Joanne let her head rest against the back of the
chair and her body ached with lust as Wendy leaned forward and placed a
hand on each knee, and then slowly slid her hands up her legs.

   "You've made your choice, and I promise you'll experience the same
feelings as I do.  Today is your first day as Sandra's slave.  She gave
your body to me for the afternoon, and I'm to train you on how to lick
pussy, and I swear I'll make you cum like you've never experienced before,
but you'll have to obey to receive your pleasure." Wendy was humiliated
because she couldn't wait until Joanne's tongue was buried deep in her
pussy, but remembered Sandra's orders.

   Wendy hated to delay and oh how she wanted Joanne on her knees licking
her pussy, but she had to follow Sandra's orders first, and only after that
could she could use Joanne in any way she pleased and felt guilty about it.
Wendy knew Sandra was training her, but could not figure out why, and as
her lusty needs ran through her body she no longer cared why.  She ran her
fingers slowly up to Joanne's thighs and caressed the tops of her legs, and
could feel Joanne trebling.  She kissed Joanne's left knee, and then
lightly bit her right knee, but never stopped caressing Joanne's inner
thighs.  She took her time and played with the tops of Joanne's thighs, and
moved her thumbs closer to Joanne's pussy until she felt the legbands of
her panties.  She felt humiliated to be teasing her friend, and blushed
because she liked how quickly Joanne moved her hips to get her to caress
her.  She felt a growing power and teased her friend unmercifully.  Wendy
teased Joanne for at least ten minutes and then finally slid her right hand
between Joanne's legs and squeezed.  And as soon as she felt Joanne
immediately begin to hump her hand, she squeezed even harder digging her
long nails into her tender flesh.  She used her middle finger and slid it
rapidly across Joanne's pussy, and used her palm to smash her clit flat,
and was rewarded with loud moan from Joanne.  She had Joanne moaning and
breathing heavily and brought right to the brink, and quickly removed her
hand from between her legs, and Wendy said, "Stand up slut." It was time to
test Joanne.

   "I'm so close!  I don't understand, what did I do wrong Wendy?  Why are
you being mean?" Joanne's body was going insane with lust and was seconds
away from climaxing.  She was scared she did something wrong and never
expected her friend to call her names, and prayed she didn't leave her like
this.  She stood up, and thought, "What happed and why did she stop
touching me?  Did I do something wrong, and what if she calls Sandra and
complains?  This is so humiliating.  I can't take this." She stopped
thinking when Wendy stood up, and sat on her desk and picked up her
panties, and looked them over.

   Wendy saw something weird in Joanne's expression when she moved the
panties, and then she turned the panties inside out she saw they had been
washed, and then brought her panties to her nose and sniffed them and said,
"Did you wash these?"

   "Y... Ye... Yes." Joanne said, and thought, "Oh God, what if she asks me
why?  I'd die from embarrassment if I have to tell her I wore them, and
masturbated with them.  I'd never be able to tell her they reeked of pussy,
and I was scared to have them in my purse.  Please, please don't ask me
about them."

   "Why, didn't you like the way my pussy smelled?"

   Joanne blushed and was humiliated when she suddenly blurted out what she
did with the panties, "Yes!  Oh yes... I did... I do, love the way you
smell.  I so sorry I washed them, but I had to.  Oh God... I'm sorry. 
Please... I can't believe I'm telling you this... I do like the way you
smell... I placed them over my face... I... Uhm... I even licked... and
breathed through your panties to enjoy your scent while I... I... used them
to masturbate with.  Please forgive me, but I had to wash them.  I... I...
I wore them and... rubbed myself to climax again and again... all night
long... until they... smelled... Please don't be mad, but I had to wash
them..." Joanne pleaded, and was grateful when she was shushed and stopped
her ramblings, and melted into Wendy's arms.

   "Shhhh, it's all right.  Come here." Wendy said and gathered Joanne into
her arms, and hugged her tight.  She made sure her breasts were rubbing
Joanne's, and when she whispered in her ear she pulled her friend tight
against her, "I'm shocked by your confession, and I can't believe you
really wore my panties, and did you really put them on your face and suck
out my pussy juice?" She felt Joanne nod and leaned down and licked her
ear. "I'm wet Joanne.  I'm so wet from your words I can feel it sliding
down my thighs.  When you're trained I'll make you kneel and lick me.  I
have to show you how wet you've made me.  I want you to watch me, but you
have to promise me no touching or Sandra will punish us both."

   Wendy remembered Sandra's instructions and knew she was close to
disobeying, but after hearing that weird confession she thought this might
work better, so she stood up and unsnapped her skirt, and let it fall to
the floor.  She stood in front of Joanne with her arms outstretched
completely naked except for her heels and let Joanne devour her with her
eyes, and then sat back down on the desk and leaned back until she was
lying down in the middle of Joanne's large desk, and then placed her feet
on the desk and spread her feet.  Wendy felt humiliated to be abusing her
friend, but Sandra's orders were clear, so she raised her head from the
desk and gestured with her finger for Joanne to move closer.  "Come closer
Joanne, and watch.  I want to show you how wet you've made my pussy, and
I'll bet you can even smell it, and maybe later if you're obedient I'll
even let you touch it." Wendy slid her ass to the edge of the desk and
pulled her knees to her chest, and motioned Joanne within six inches of her
pussy.  "Give me you hands Joanne, and don't be scared, I'll be gentle."
Wendy placed Joanne's hands on her tits.  She used her hands to move
Joanne's, and as soon as Joanne took over Wendy moved her hands to her
vagina and opened herself up.  "I noticed you staring at my tits when I
came in, but look at how wet my pussy is, and it is all because of you. 
Look.  Can you see the drops clinging to my pubic hair?"

   Wendy slid a finger across her wet pussy lips, and showed the wet finger
to Joanne.  "See this.  I'm wet because I can see you rubbing my panties
across your face.  In a few minutes I may let you actually use your tongue
to lick me.  Think about that.  You'll be using your tongue to make another
woman climax.  Oh Joanne the way you're rubbing my tits is driving me
insane, but let me show you how I really like to be touched.  Don't be
scared, you're doing perfectly, but I like my nipples pulled.  Oh yes,
that's right.  Mmmm, now twist them.  That's it.  Do it.  Don't be timid
twist `em.  Oh God just like that.  I remember the first time I touched
Sandra.  Mmmm, That feels great Joanne.  Yes, a little harder.  Oh, I love
how you touch me.  Now, watch me when I slide these two fingers in and out
of my wet cunt." Wendy held up two fingers on her right hand and moved them
closer to Joanne's mouth, and said, "This is the way I'm gonna let you use
your fingers in my pussy a little later, and soon I'm going to have you
strip, and then I'm going to lick your entire body." Wendy pushed her
fingers in and out of Joanne's mouth.  "Think about that Joanne.  You'll be
totally naked in your office with everyone right outside, and I'm going to
lick and tease your body until you can't take it anymore, and then I'm
going to tease your further, and when I finally give you permission to cum
you're going to scream in ecstasy."

   Joanne was in shock by the way Wendy talked, and could not believe she
let Wendy shove her fingers inside her mouth.  She never experienced
anything so obscene, nor felt anything so exciting before.  She could not
believe her face was almost touching Wendy's pussy, and even leaned a
little closer so she could breathe in the wonderful scent emanating from
Wendy's pussy, but the most humiliating part was how excited she was to be
touching Wendy's breasts.  She squeezed and caressed those marvelous
breasts, and carefully watched Wendy masturbating a few inches from her
nose.  She could not tear her eyes from Wendy's dripping pussy and the way
it seemed to squeeze itself around her fingers and she listened to the
slight squishing sounds it made as the fingers moved in and out.  She felt
an unnatural pull to lean forward and lick Wendy, but she was worried about
what might happed if she did something she was told not to, so she just
leaned there a few inches away and watched Wendy lifted her hips up off the
desk and rotated her hips.  Joanne shivered every time Wendy's pubic hair
brushed her chin, and she could not tear her eyes from the show that took
place less than two inches away, and she watched helplessly as Wendy
finger-fucked herself.  Joanne heard Wendy's pants and moans, and thought
she would go insane with lust.  She felt her pussy throb relentlessly with
a burning need, and her entire body was now screaming for release, but all
she could do was sit there and listen to her friend moan in lust, but she
never stopped caressing those large breasts.  Joanne was sweating and felt
her panties were a soggy mess and almost came after witnessing Wendy's
prolonged climax, and prayed it would be her turn soon.

   When Wendy climaxed it was hard and deep, and had to take a moment and
catch her breath.  She felt so alive, but guilty because she now had to
train Joanne.  She pushed Joanne back, stood up and stretched.  She looked
at Joanne, and could see she was right about her decision, and could see
Joanne was flushed with excitement and said, "It's time Joanne." Wendy saw
fear and lust on Joanne's face as she walked behind her.  She set her hands
on Joanne's shoulders and casually kneaded them.  Wendy reached around with
her left arm and placed it just under Joanne's breasts and pulled her tight
against her, and with her right hand she slid it up Joanne's neck, and ran
her fingers through Joanne's golden blonde locks.  Wendy felt the silkiness
of Joanne's hair, and pulled Joanne's head back until it rested on her
shoulder.  She leaned forward and nibbled on Joanne's left ear, and quietly
moaned, "Mmmm... you're so beautiful Joanne, and so soft.  Ohhh... You
smell so pretty, and soon Joanne I'm going to kneel between your thighs and
eat you out.  Mmmm... I bet you taste so good." Wendy pulled her left hand
up, and cupped Joanne's right breasts.  She caressed and fondled until
Joanne moaned with each breath.  Then she lightly smashed Joanne's nipple,
and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, but all the while she never
stopped stroking Joanne's hair or breathing little moans and complements
into Joanne's ear, and whispered, "Oh, your tits feel so good Joanne.  I
can't wait any longer I have to feel you." Wendy slid her right hand down,
and cupped Joanne's crotch.  She rubbed it a few times until she was sure
Joanne was lost in her lusty needs, and then Wendy spun Joanne around, and
kissed her softly on the lips.  Wendy again kissed her but a little harder,
and then she passionately kissed her friend.  She continued to kiss Joanne,
and soon she kissed her back with equal passion.  She felt Joanne reach
around her and hug her tight.  Wendy moved both hands slowly down to
Joanne's spectacular ass and lightly rubbed her hands across it.  Wendy was
not in any hurry and took her time.  She soon caressed an ass cheek with
each hand and traced the legbands of Joanne's panties with her middle
fingers and moved them very slowly towards Joanne's pussy and smiled when
Joanne ached her hips to reach her fingers.  Wendy moved her fingers ever
so slowly forward until she finally touched Joanne's pussy, and at the same
time she pushed her tongue into Joanne's mouth and kissed her friend with
every ounce of passion she had.  Wendy kissed and stroked her friend, and
then very suddenly broke their kiss and said, "I have to taste you, but
first..."

   Joanne was breathing hard and could not believe she could be this turned
on.  She had never felt anything so erotic in her entire life, and it took
all her concentration just to stand upright and not to fall over.  She
looked Wendy in the eyes, and shivered while Wendy completely undressed
her.

   Joanne looked at the clock, and winced when she saw it was only
3:19A.M., and tried to forget the erotic dream that had just awakened her.
Joanne was having a hard time coming to terms that her husband just left
her for a younger woman, and with her growing obsession with Wendy and
Sandra.  She could not get these women out of her thoughts, and was a
little worried how her normal hetero fantasies had changed overnight into
her being a submissive lesbian.  Joanne felt guilty of how easily she just
submitted to Wendy and how they made love in her office.  Joanne kicked off
her sweat-soaked covers, pulled off her sleepshirt, and spread her legs as
wide as she could.  She blushed when she looked over to the open window,
and wondered if someone could see her naked body spread on her bed.  She
thought about her neighbors and liked the idea they watched her while she
rubbed her nipples.  Joanne pulled hard on both of her nipples and moaned.
She cupped her breasts, and ran her palms up and across her nipples, and
loved the feelings as her nipples bent and then popped up between her
fingers only to be bent over as the next finger slid across them.  She
spent the next few minutes and lightly caressed both tits.

   Joanne took her time and caressed her nipples while she thought about
Sandra, and how she ordered Wendy to come to her office yesterday.  Joanne
caressed and harshly twisted her left nipple, and lightly rubbed her left
hand across her belly to just below her navel, and dreamed about how she
called Sandra, and had to tell her every detail as she followed Wendy's
orders.  Joanne licked her fingertips, and spread her saliva over both of
her hard nipples, and thought about how wonderful and scary it felt the
first time Wendy licked and sucked on her nipples.  Joanne slowly slid her
left hand down, and ran her fingers through her full silky bush.  Joanne
slowly circled her vagina and lightly caressed her inner thighs, and then
touched her vagina exactly the way Wendy touched her for the first time. 
Joanne thought about how Wendy expertly licked her pussy and teased her,
and how she begged Sandra over the phone to please let her cum, but Sandra
told her it was not time yet.

   Joanne teased her body just like Wendy did, and pretended she wasn't
allowed to cum yet.  Joanne rubbed one finger up across her pussy lips, and
moaned out loud.  She circled her clit, and then lightly flicked her hard
bud and felt a large ripple of pleasure.  Joanne caressed and teased her
vagina until it was a sloppy mess and panted for every breath.  She then
took out her vibrator, and teased herself into a wild sexual state.  She
lightly rubbed the vibrator across her clit until the buzzing drove her
crazy, and then she would have to stroke her light blonde pussy hair to
calm down, and as she calmed down she ran her hand across her hard nipples.
She continued to tease herself for another hour, and she was sure she would
go insane if she did not cum, but she denied herself relief yet again, and
stopped breathing.  She knew if she moved in the slightest it would make
her climax.  She fought it as long as she could, and roughly grabbed her
left tit, and squeezed it with all her might, and at the same time she
stabbed the vibrator deep inside her pussy, and worked it in and out as
fast a she could.  Joanne still fought her body's release, and her denial
lasted less than a few seconds, and then she felt herself crest, the crest
felt a giant wave that would swallow her whole.  Joanne screamed out, and
bucked her hips rapidly and fucked the vibrator back and worked the
vibrator deeper and deeper with each stroke, and faster and faster her
hands went, and when she finally climaxed Joanne passed out.  She rolled
over when she heard the alarm for work, and lay exhausted on her bed, and
swore this was the last time she thought about those women when she
masturbated.  Joanne got up for her morning shower, and her resolve drifted
away as she played her fingers across her vagina, and thought about Wendy's
tongue and climaxed hard, and wondered if her dreams would turn into
nightmares.  Joanne walked into her bedroom, and remembered she was not
allowed to cum without permission, and got so scared she fell down.  She
worried about what Sandra would do when she learned she disobeyed, and then
thought, "What if she makes me strip naked, and then spanks me?" This
thought made her giddy with lust, and prayed Wendy would be there.  Joanne
felt funny every time she thought about Wendy, and tried to ignore the
signs that she was falling in love with her.

   Wendy had a long talk with her daughter, and hoped and prayed Terri
would turn down the offer to be a model.  Wendy tried to persuade Terri to
go to collage, or maybe go take a yearlong trip to Europe, but in the end
Terri chose the chance to be a fashion model, and Wendy ground her teeth at
the thought her daughter would soon join her kneeling before Sandra.  Wendy
thought she had an idea on how to discourage her daughter, and went
shopping.  She knew she had to make her daughter embarrassed enough to give
up her dream and smiled when she left the mall, but was scared because her
deadline for the pictures were fast approaching.

   Terri ran to her room with a big smile on her face, and she called her
best friend Kimberly, and explained she was about to be a fashion model. 
She talked on the phone, and bragged how her mother was out shopping for
new clothes to wear for her modeling book, and hung up when she heard her
mother entered the house.

   Wendy drove home from the mall, and thought about work yesterday, and
even alone in her car she blushed when she remembered how she placed her
daughter's underwear into Sandra's hand, and quickly tried to enter her
office, but not before Sandra grabbed her breasts to check if she was
wearing a bra.  "Very good Wendy, you left your bra at home, and I like
that your nipples are hard.  Does it excite you to bring me such a nice
present?  If I lift these panties to my nose will I smell your daughter's
sweet aroma?"

   Wendy was humiliated as she stood at Sandra's desk and let her assistant
fondle her.  She stood there quietly, and as much as she wanted to remain
silent, something pulled an answer out of her, and she said, "No miss
O'Donnell, the panties are clean." Wendy stifled another moan when Sandra
twisted her left nipple, and then returned to caressing her left tit. 
Wendy closed her eyes, and tried not to look at her daughter's underwear in
Sandra's other hand, but Wendy could not look away when Sandra folded her
daughter's panties inside out, and sniffed the crotch.  Wendy never felt
anything so degrading as when Sandra placed her daughter's yellow panties
over her nose and mouth.  Wendy tried not to breath, but thought something
must be wrong with her when she lightly sniffed the white cotton gusset to
catch a whiff of her daughter.  Wendy felt her face burn with humiliation
when Sandra spoke.

   "That's right Wendy breath in.  You know you want to, so just do it.  If
you breathe in a little harder you can smell the fabric, but that's not
what you want to smell is it?  I will punish you today, so the next time
you bring me a present you'll make sure you can smell some pussy on them
first.  Open up Wendy." Sandra used her index finger and pushed the pale
yellow panties into Wendy's mouth, and continued and rolled Wendy's nipples
between her fingers, and quietly laughed at how Wendy squirmed.  Sandra
thought about Wendy's daughter, and wondered how much pressure she would
have to put on Wendy before Wendy touched her daughter or let her touch
Terri.  Sandra could not wait until this weekend when she had Wendy,
Joanne, and Terri at her disposal.  She had such plans for these three
women.  Sandra continued to stroke Wendy's soft tits and pushed the last of
the panties into Wendy's mouth.  Sandra stopped her caresses, and
unbuttoned the buttons of Wendy's shirt.  She leaned forward and licked
Wendy's abundant cleavage.  She then licked up Wendy's neck, and kissed her
full mouth.  Sandra ran her tongue slowly across Wendy's lips, and circled
her mouth.  Sandra whispered orders in Wendy's ear, "You will go to
Joanne's office, and this is exactly what you will do." Wendy was not sure
how she would accomplish this task as she walked nervously out into the
hallway.

   Wendy remembered later that same day while sat at her desk and had just
finished her afternoon reports when Sandra called and said, "Wendy take off
your skirt and panties, and sit on top of your desk facing the door.  I
want you to keep your legs open, play with your pussy, but do not cum. 
Just sit there and stroke your cunt, and I will be along shortly." Wendy
blushed when she stood up, and unzipped her skirt, and pushed it down.  She
stepped out of it, and neatly folded it, and placed it in the bottom
drawer. Wendy felt her panties start to get wet at the prospect of sitting
on her desk naked from the waist down.  She pushed down her panties, and
folded them, and placed them on top of her skirt, and shut the drawer. 
Wendy walked around her desk and sat down on top of her cold desk, and
spread her legs wide, and stifled a moan when she touched her clit, and
even though she was worried someday her secret life might be exposed, she
took her time and lightly rubbed her pussy.  Wendy felt the seconds pass
like hours, and was humiliated to be naked, but she felt so alive when she
remembered her morning with Joanne.  Wendy stroked her vagina and thought
about how just outside her closed-door was her coworkers, and at any second
her door might open and she would be caught.  She stroked her finger in and
out slowly, and tried to breath very quietly.  Wendy felt like such a slut,
and was humiliated every time she looked at the door.  Wendy caressed her
breasts with her left hand, and pulled her nipples, and at the same time
her right index finger rubbed her clit.  Wendy closed her eyes, and leaned
back.  She felt the beginnings of an orgasm, and desperately wanted to cum.
She sighed when she had to stop her caresses or climax, but in another
minute she moaned quietly when she ran a finger the length of her pussy,
and jumped and almost fell off her desk when the door opened quickly, and
was relieved it was only Sandra.

   Sandra was very pleased with today's developments.  She listened over
the phone and loved how quickly Joanne bent to following orders, any
orders. She was pleased at how Wendy took some initiative and brought
Joanne along faster by masturbating directly in her face, but knew she had
to discipline Wendy for disobeying orders by climaxing before Joanne. 
Sandra could not stop thinking about this weekend, and how she could now
really start to play with her toys.  She left Wendy alone for most of the
afternoon before she called her to undress.  Sandra let Wendy play with
herself for about ten minutes or so before she entered Wendy's office, and
laughed at how high Wendy jumped when she opened the door.  She walked up
to Wendy and pointed to the large wet spot on the desk and said, "Clean
your desk." She watched Wendy blush as she leaned over and licked up her
vaginal fluids from the top of her desk, and then she handed Terri's
panties to her and said, "Put these on." Sandra unbuttoned Wendy's blouse
and dropped it on the floor.  Sandra knew exactly how Wendy liked to be
touched, and used firm rough caresses.  She twisted Wendy's nipples, and
slid her hand down Wendy's stomach.  Sandra kissed Wendy hard and
passionately, and reached down and let her right hand and cupped Wendy's
pussy.  Sandra rubbed her fingers back and forth across Wendy's borrowed
panties, and pushed them deep into Wendy's vagina.  Sandra stroked and
teased Wendy until she was begging for release.  Sandra knelt on the floor
and pulled Wendy's panties down, and looked up at Wendy, and saw her eyes
were closed.  Sandra had an idea while licked and teased Wendy to orgasm.
Sandra stood up, and immediately pushed Wendy to her knees, and spent the
next ten minutes with her legs open and Wendy's tongue buried in her pussy.

   Wendy pulled into her driveway, and was scared when she remembered what
Sandra said just before she made her climax, "Does this feel good mommy? 
Do you like your baby girl licking your wet nasty pussy, and soon mommy
your baby girl will make you cum all over her pretty face." Wendy blushed
when she remembered how she hard she climaxed when she thought it was her
daughter that licked her pussy, and then when it was her turn to lick,
Sandra continued to taunt her, "That's right baby, lick mommy's wet pussy.
Oh Terri, your tongue feels so nice in mommy's cunt.  Mmmm... baby just
like that and you'll make mommy cum." Wendy was now terrified she might
make a pass at her daughter while she took pictures, and to her great
shame, and for the first time in her life she wondered what it would be
like to make love with her daughter.  Wendy knew Sandra would not be happy
if she didn't take pictures of her daughter, but how could she face her
baby with these disgusting thoughts in her head.

   Wendy walked into her house, and went upstairs to Terri's room.  She
knocked on the door, and prayed her daughter was out, but when her daughter
called out to her, Wendy grew increasingly agitated.  She entered her
daughter's bedroom and said, "I'll take some pictures to warm up while you
get undressed, and after you're naked put this on."

   Terri had never really posed for anything except her prom and senior
pictures, and was nervous about being photographed in her underwear, and
could not help but be scared about what her mother called revealing shots.
Terri rushed over and picked up the lingerie that her mother had just set
on her bed, and blushed, and wondered what else was in the Victoria Secrets
bag.  She just looked at the light sky blue panties and matching bra lying
on her bed, and was shocked because they were transparent and she could see
her the pattern on her comforter showed through the thin material.  She
picked up the panties and held them up in front of her face, and she
swallowed nervously when she could clearly see her mother and had to lick
her lips to talk, "Momma, these will show everything!  I can't let you take
pictures of me wearing this."

   "What did you think you'd be modeling when I asked if you wanted to be a
lingerie model?  I'm sorry baby, but if you want to be a model you'll have
to get used to wearing whatever they tell you to wear.  Now be a good girl,
put on the blue underwear and smile for your pictures." Wendy snapped a
picture of her daughter wearing jeans and a blue tank top.  "Go over by the
foot of the bed, and I'll take your picture while you undress.  Don't be
shy baby; you know when your modeling professionally there'll be a room
full of people to watch and help you change clothes." She watched her
daughter walk to the foot of her bed, and tried not to anticipate how her
daughter was about to get naked, but got nervous when she felt her blood
start to pound in her body and quickly thought.  "No, I will not think
about my daughter like that." but her nipples were on the verge of becoming
erect, and at any second her vagina would start to seep, and wondered why
it was so hot in this room.  She had to end this now because she could not
take the chance she might make a pass at her daughter and said, "Now, if
you've changed your mind I'll call Sandra and tell her it is not for you."
Wendy prayed this would end here, but her daughter's answer dashed all her
hopes about ending this easily.

   "No momma, this is my dream, and I'll do what ever it takes to succeed."
Terri was scared, but couldn't let her mother think she was still a little
girl, and was thankful it was her mother that took the pictures.  She
blushed when she looked at the blue panties again, and wondered where she
would get the guts to actually put it on in front of someone.  Terri
thought about what her mother said, and wondered what it would be like to
stand in a crowed room and let a stranger adjust her underwear.

   "It's you choice, but any time you want to stop just let me know and
I'll call Sandra." Wendy snapped another picture, and said, "I've bought
several different outfits, and this one covers the most skin, but wait
until you see the white garter set.  It's outrageous, and I'm glad I don't
have to wear it." And she was telling the truth, and prayed Sandra never
ordered her to wear lingerie like that to work.  She continued taking
pictures, and kept thinking, "I have nothing to worry about.  I'm a good
parent, and will not make a pass at my daughter." She wiped the sweat off
of her temples, and shivered when a drop of sweat rolled down between her
breasts and her nipples started to ache for attention.  She shifted her
feet and wished Sandra had never played those cruel word games at work, but
nothing would erase those disgusting images of her daughter licking her to
climax.  She shivered when Terri dropped the panties on the bed and
prepared to undress and thought, "This is wrong!  A mother does not think
of her baby this way." She felt embarrassed and humiliated as these
thoughts ran through her mind, and with each innocent pose the lust grew in
her body grew until it threatened to overwhelm her.

   Terri was not prepared for the constant flash from the camera, and posed
in her clothing for a few pictures to delay the inevitable.  She felt weird
that she was about to get undressed and let her mother take pictures of her
in her underwear.  She turned her back when she pulled off her shirt, and
kept thinking about what her mother meant about outrageous, because if the
blue set was tame what would the white set be like.  She imagined the worse
and thought it must be a crotchless thong.  Terri was embarrassed when she
pulled off her shirt and the flash from the camera went off again as she
stood at the foot of her bed wearing only her bra and jeans.  She knew she
should drop her shirt to the floor, but couldn't turn and face her mother
and the camera, so she stood facing the wall holding her shirt against her
chest.

   "Now Terri, I know you're embarrassed, but I have to take test shots,
and I don't have all day.  I need pictures of you in your bra and panties,
and at this rate we'll be here all night.  Fine.  If you're too embarrassed
to do this in front of me, maybe we should stop right now.  I'm doing this
to help you be a lingerie model, and I'm getting tired of coaxing you, and
I'm about ready to quit.  Maybe you'd feel better about modeling your
underwear for your father, and if you do, I'll go get him and he can takes
these pictures."

   "NO!  He can't see me in this." Terri looked at the blue panties on the
bed, and shivered at the prospect of her father seeing her in that
underwear.  She was worried her mother might make good on her threat, and
knew there was no way she could ever wear something so revealing in front
of a man.  Terri was having doubts and thought, "Maybe, I'm not cut out to
be a lingerie model, and should..."

   "Drop that shirt this instant young lady, and turn around." Wendy
shivered when her daughter immediately dropped her shirt and turned around.
She felt her chest start to flush as her nipples fully hardened and as much
as she wanted to, she couldn't look away from her daughter's full breasts.
There was something weird and exciting about seeing her daughter standing
in front of her in jeans and hiding her bra with her hands, but what scared
Wendy was when she firmly said, "Drop your hands, and smile." were her
thoughts of controlling Joanne as her daughter quickly dropped her hands at
her command.  She worried about how much she enjoyed the power over Joanne,
and might like ordering her daughter around.

   Terri felt humiliated as she dropped her hands, and winced when the
flash from the camera went off.  She noticed a change in her mother's usual
quiet demeanor, and was worried when her mother ordered her to unzip her
pants, pull open the flap, and show the camera her choice of panties. 
Terri couldn't find the courage to disobey her mother, and did as she was
ordered to.  She shivered with humiliation under her mother's intense
glare, and felt embarrassed when she had to spread her feet shoulder width
apart with her jeans pushed down around her knees and let her mother take
pictures of her forest green nylon bikinis.  Terri removed her pants, and
almost had a heart attack at the way her mother looked at her.  She
expected this type of leer from a man, and this look was definitely not a
look a mother should give her child.  She stood there trying not to cover
herself with her arms, but when her mother walked over and touched her
breast, "Momma?  Don't..." she immediately pushed her mother away from the
unexpected touch.

   Wendy stared at Terri, and drank in her lush figure.  She watched her
daughter's full breasts rise and fall with every breath, and loved how the
white bra cradled those lovely globes, and as she drank in her daughter's
shapely 36C-23-25 figure she couldn't control herself and felt humiliated
when she realized she had moved forward, reached up, and cupped her
daughter's right breast and gave it a light squeeze, but when her daughter
pushed her, she snapped back into reality and felt like a dirty pervert and
then slapped her daughter out of shame and embarrassment and screamed, "HOW
DARE YOU!  What did you think I was doing?  Feeling up my daughter?  You're
disgusting!  You really thought I was doing something dirty.  I was merely
adjusting your bra for the next picture.  You're sick!  I'M YOUR MOTHER! 
I'm not sure I can be in the same room with you when you have sick
perverted thoughts when someone is just helping you." Wendy tossed the
camera on the bed and listened to her daughter's apologies, and fought the
idea her daughter might let her get away with anything now.  She tried to
control her raging lust, but it was now more difficult since she had
actually touched her daughter's breast.  She looked at her daughter and saw
she was ripe for the picking, and wondered, "I bet this was how I looked to
Sandra when she took charge for the first time.  I can't believe I'm
thinking about this, but I bet I could make Terri do anything now, and make
her think it was her fault." She stifled a grown when she recalled how soft
that tit was, and now wondered if she could control her lust with Terri
begging for her forgiveness.
   To be continued?  Suggestions?  Let me know at wraith390@lycos.com