Chapter 13: Alternate Ending 2

Coach Wagner, recent college graduate, age 22
Cindy Spanner, 37, Peaches, Akita: Stacey 16 Partner is Charger
Mary Johnson, 35, Cricket, Water Spaniel: Megan 15 Partner is Pounder
Kathy Woods, 34, Baby Girl, Yellow Retriever: Angie 14 Partner is Caesar
Barbara Lane, 34, Foofu, Border Terrier: Zoe 14 Partner is Hammer
Maggie Hart, 33, Coco, Irish Setter: Karen, 14 Partner is Rocket
Ida Carter, 34, live in girlfriend
Helen Carter, 14, daughter
Bill Woods, 35, husband
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When we arrived home, no one was there. I wondered if Bill and Ida were embarrassed to see me, and I was secretly relieved: I knew they had watched the competition from the stands and I had been anxious about how they would react.

“You look dog tired, pet,” Mistress said and then giggled at her choice of words.

I laughed, and then stopped. “You don’t mind, do you? That I didn’t tell you ... about Caesar?”

“No,” she said softly, and wrapped her arms around me. “I already knew.”

“You knew!?”

“You forgot about the cameras.”

“I didn’t. You told me there were cameras around the house, so I avoided those cameras. So how did you know?”

Mistress smiled. “Those were the cameras you knew about. I had several others that you didn’t know about.”

Fuck. She must’ve seen everything. “Then why didn’t you say somethint ... this afternoon ... when they asked for a volunteer?”

“Because it had to be your decision. If I’d told you, it would’ve been mine.” She stepped back and looked up at me. “I would never have forced you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

I was woken up the next morning by something sliding gently into my cunt. As I came to, I looked down the bed: I was lying naked, my legs spread out wantonly and Mistress was kneeling between them, finger fucking me slowly. I moaned and she looked up at me and giggled.

“You’re so sexy pet,” she said, withdrawing her finger and licking it before climbing off the bed.

“What time is it Mistress?” I asked, noticing for the first time that she was dressed.

“10:30, sleepy head.”

I groaned. I had slept solidly, my dreams filled with Caesar’s cock and teen cunts.

“Why are you dressed?”

She put her finger on my lips. “Me and the other Mistresses have a meeting with the organizing committee, but I wanted to tell you something important first.” She paused and smiled. “The competition is over now. You don’t have to call me Mistress anymore. You’re free. You can go back to being your old self.”

I stared at her. “But...”

“I have to go,” she said quickly. “Think about what I said and we’ll talk about it when I get home this afternoon.” She kissed me quickly and then walked out of the room.

Free? My old self? I had almost forgotten who my old self was. I was Kathy Woods, a housewife married to Bill, with one daughter, Angie. Except I wasn’t any more. I was Mistress’s pet who had exposed herself in the most wanton depraved way in front of thousands of people, who was the whore bitch of a Great Dane.

And I loved it.

I don’t know how long I had known deep down that I had changed, but I knew it now. The old, respectable Kathy Woods was long gone: I wanted to be a slut, a whore, a bitch, but most of all, I wanted to be Mistress’s pet, to belong to her, to let her use me as she wanted.

I got up and had a delicious shower, examining my body and fingering myself lazily under the stream of water. I even pissed, enjoying the feeling of it running down my legs and giggling wantonly.

It was only after I got out that I noticed it, Mistress’s gift in the toilet bowl, the yellow water. My heart melted and I lapped up the water greedily, still amazed that the bitter tangy taste made me so wet, but no longer ashamed of my depravity. I used the toilet myself and returned to the bedroom.

I dressed deliberately to suit my new persona, an almost transparent silk blouse that clung to my tits and showed the dark circles of my erect nipples with thin, transparent thong panty that clung to my slit and buried themselves deep in my ass crack, rubbing deliciously against my anus. On top of them were Sir Denim’s low-cut shorts, so tight that they mapped the contours of my cunt and rubbed electrically against my clit when I moved: if I got wet, I wanted people to see what a slutty bitch I had become.

I went downstairs quietly to the kitchen to find Caesar curled up on the mat. I smiled: Mistress must have let him in to surprise me. I squatted down and stroked his cock sheath and gorgeous balls, but I could get little from him apart from a lazy sniff at my crotch. Obviously yesterday had exhausted him. Males!

I returned to the hallway and listened carefully. Before yesterday, I had anticipated this moment, dreading sneers from Bill and Ida, but now I didn’t care: if it was a slut they wanted, it would be a slut that they would get. I could hear them talking in the living room, their voices hushed, and I took a deep breath and walked in to be met with complete silence; Bill stared at me, his eyes open wide and quickly settling on my crotch; Ida was staring at me too, but when I looked at her, she looked away, embarrassed; and there, next to her, Helen looking at me in what seemed like adoration. My slit moistened: I would be Helen’s sex toy from now on, a girl to play with me while I waited for Mistress to come home from school.

“Good Morning,” I said.

Nobody spoke. Ida looked down at her hands and started to blush; Bill’s eyes were still glued to my groin and he unconsciously licked his lips. I wondered if he could see that I was wet, I hoped he could.

“Bill,” I began cheerfully, “I put your large suitcase and carry-on in the bedroom. I’ll give you five minutes to pack it and get out of my Mistress’s house.”

He tore his eyes away from my cunt, and looked up at me, his color rising. “Wha... ?” he started angrily, but I didn’t let him finish.

“When you were watching Caesar fuck me yesterday, did it disgust you, or were you wanking your cock while you watched? It was the best fuck of my life, Bill, and I don’t need you and your scrawny little cock any more. If you want a hole to fuck, there’s always Ida, but I’m done with you.”

He glared at me. “You fucking bitch!” he yelled, flecks of spit shooting from his mouth.

“You’re right!” I laughed, “but I’m Caesar’s fucking bitch. And if you are not out of here in five minutes, I’ll get him to tear your sad little prick off with his bare teeth!”

He stood still for a second, his face apoplectic with rage, and then stormed from the room, pushing past me, and we could hear him stomping up the stairs.

Ida stood up and glared at me, and then started for the door.

“What’s the matter Ida?” I said sweetly, smiling at her.

“You filthy whore!” she spat. “I’m going with Bill. If you think I’m going to stay in this house a moment longer, or let my little girl be corrupted by trailer trash like you, you’ve got another think coming.” Her face was flushed with righteous indignation. “Come on darling, let’s get out of this cesspit!”

A look of anguish crossed Helen’s face.

“Sit down!” I shouted, and both of them jumped. Ida hesitated in surprise and I snarled at her, my best puppy girl snarl. She gasped, her eyes open wide in fear. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so!” She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again and retreated back to her chair.

I smiled at Helen and asked her if she wanted to go and she shook her head. “I want to stay here,” she replied firmly.

“Don’t you want to go with your mom and Bill?”

She shook her head again.

“Why not, sweetheart?”

“I like it here,” she said breathlessly, “and I don’t like Bill.” She glanced guiltily at her mother.

“Why don’t you like him?” I asked gently, inviting her confidence.

“Helen!” Ida said sharply, glaring at her. I snarled again, baring my teeth, and she fell silent.

I squatted down in front of her, knowing that I was exposing my wet crotch, and I saw her eyes flick down to take in the view. She looked so enchanting, so desirable, dressed in a pink t-shirt with a teddy bear on the front, and a short cotton skirt that gaped slightly as she sat. I sniffed and smelled a heady mixture of piss and teen cunt. I reached out and stroked her knee softly.

“Don’t take any notice of your mother,” I said, smiling encouragingly. “Why don’t you like Bill?”

She glanced again at Ida. “I’m not supposed to say.”

I stroked a little higher onto the soft flesh of her thigh and her legs parted slightly.

“You can tell me darling. I promise I won’t let your mom tell you off.”

She glanced at her mother again and then looked down shyly. “He makes me do things and if I don’t, he gets very mad,” she whispered.

A look of alarm crossed Ida’s face. “What things?” I asked gently.

“He makes me suck his cock and squirts stuff in my mouth.” She paused. “Sometimes he rubs it on my ... on my cunt.”

I started to flood as I pictured Bill’s cock rubbing against her puffy slit. She looked up at me anxiously and I smiled. “Does he try to push it inside?”

She shook her head. “No. Mom won’t let him.”

I turned, raising my eyebrows at Ida and she looked down at her lap.

“Does she watch?”

Helen nodded, glancing at her mother. “Oh yes, she tells him to and then watches. Sometimes she touches me as he rubs his cock.”

“How does she touch you?”

She plays with my nip-nips and rubs my cunt.” She giggled, warming to her story. “Sometimes she makes me bend over and show him my ass.”

“Does she play with that too?” My clit throbbed against my sodden panties.

“Oh no! She doesn’t like the brown hole because of the shit that comes out!” She giggled again.

“Oh yes,” I said looking round at her mother. “I remember her saying that to me when she ordered me to sit on her face and lick her.” I made my bitterness clear in my voice and Ida seemed to curl up in embarrassment. An idea suddenly occurred to me and I turned back to Helen, moving my stroking hand a little higher up her thigh.

“Say,” I said, my voice soft again, “you remember, the first time you came here, that your mom ordered me to do something for her?”

Helen smiled. “Yes, her panties! She told you to wash her panties!”

“And you remember what she did then?”

“She pushed them in your mouth!”

“Clever girl!” I moved my hand so that my fingers now brushed her crotch. “Well I have a secret to tell you. My panties are very dirty and I think they need washing. They’re very wet because you make me feel so sexy and excited, but as well as that, I forgot to wipe my bottom properly this morning.” Ida gasped and I giggled. “Do you think that I should tell her to wash them?”

Helen’s eyes were wide with excitement and she nodded vigorously.

“Then will you take them off for me?”

She gasped and nodded again, scooting forward in her chair as I stood up, and her hands reached for the button on my shorts, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth with concentration. As she pulled them down, I could see how wet they were, and the smell of my essence surrounded me. I stepped out of them and she reached eagerly for my panties, her eyes wide.

Oh gawd, it felt so filthy, so wonderfully perverted, and as she pulled them down, I felt them tug at my cunt, the slime clinging in thick strands before they came free with a squelch and dropped to my feet. We both looked down: strands of cunt cream clung to the thin material and towards the back there was a darker stain.

“Oh look at this, they really need a wash, don’t they?” I said laughing and Helen stared. “What do you think we should do with them next?”

Helen didn’t pause. “Put them in her mouth!” she cried delightedly.

Ida was looking at us now in horror.

“What a good idea, sweetheart,” I cooed. “Why don’t you do it?”

She looked at me doubtfully. “I don’t think she’ll let me.”

“Oh I think she will if I tell her to, won’t you Ida?” Ida glared at me, but stayed silent. “Just pick them up and put them in her mouth, and make sure you put the dirty part in first so that she can wash it properly.”

The old Kathy Woods would never have even imagined how hot it was to watch a teen girl pick up my sodden stained panties and arrange them carefully in her hands, but the new Kathy Woods felt a wet slipperiness between her thighs.

“That’s right sweetie. Now push them into her mouth, and make sure you push them in really deep.”

She giggled and walked up to her mother, my panties held out like a trophy. Ida looked alarmed and set her mouth firmly closed, but I snarled at her and she glanced up at me and slowly opened it.

Helen did as she was told with enthusiasm, pushing them in so hard and deep that her mother gagged. Her face took on a look of disgust and she squeezed her eyes shut. ‘Take that, bitch!’ I thought with satisfaction. The task completed, Helen walked back to me and turned to see her handiwork.

“She looks like you did when you were a puppy!” she cried gleefully.

I returned my hand between her legs and pressed deliberately against her crotch. “Do you think your panties need washing too?” I said and winked at her.

It took her a moment to catch on and then she grinned. “Oh yes, I think they must be dirty. They feel very squidgy!” She stood up immediately and began to reach under her skirt.

“That’s not fair!” I cried in a pretend voice. “You took my panties off so now it’s my turn to take off yours. Will you let me?”

Helen seemed to bounce with excitement. “Oh yes please, Baby Girl!”

“Then take off your skirt and come and stand in front of me so that she can watch me take them off. From what you’e told me, I think she likes watching people touch you.”

I caught a hint of a glare in Ida’s eyes and I pulled Helen against me, her back pressed against my stomach. I felt as if I had a torrent of slime oozing down the insides of my thighs.

Keeping my eyes on Ida, I ran my hands over Helen’s chest, feeling the firm buds of her nipples under the thin material, and then down to her panties.

“Open your legs, darling,” I whispered and she did so without hesitation.

I stroked my hand down over her mound to her crotch and mapped the contours of her slit with my fingers and felt her sigh and lean back against me, her head pressing deliciously against my tits.

“Hmmm. I think that these panties must be very dirty, and they feel all wet, just here.” I pressed my finger against the gusset and felt it sink a little way into her, all the time watching Ida. There was real anger in her eyes now, but also a flush of color rising in her bulging cheeks.

“Do you think I should check inside?” I continued.

“Oh yes please.” Helen’s voice was almost a moan.

Slowly, Ida’s eyes now locked on my hand, my fingers sought the band of her panties and slid inside. Oh fuck! This was so perverted, so obscene and I was flooding! She was so wet, so slick, and my fingers slid easily along her slit. Almost involuntarily, she moved, stretching her legs wider to allow me easier access and I slipped a finger into the entrance to her wet hole, causing her to moan softly.

“Do you like that, Ida? Do you like watching a ‘filthy whore’ fingering your daughter’s cunt?” I found it hard to control my voice as the lust swept through me. “She’s so wet, Ida, so slick.” I knew she could hear me but she seemed mesmerized, her eyes locked on the movement of my hand under Helen’s panties.

Reluctantly I stopped and slid my hand out, holding it up theatrically. Thick opaque liquid clung to my fingers, glistening in the light, and I brought them up to my mouth and noisily sucked them clean.

“Did you ever taste her?” I asked. “When you and Bill were playing your dirty games, did you ever taste your daughter’s delicious cunt?”

Ida came out of her trance and I could see a mix of hatred and fear in her eyes.

“Answer me!” I said sharply.

She tried to grunt through her panty-filled mouth and then shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re missing” I grinned at her. “She tastes like honey.”

Helen sighed as I slid her wet panties down and held her as she slipped her feet out of them.

“Did you like that darling?” I asked softly, and she looked up at me with glazed eyes and nodded. “Would you like to play more naughty games with me?” She smiled and nodded more vigorously. “Well first of all, why don’t you push your dirty panties into her mouth?”

She looked at her mother uncertainly. “Will they fit?”

I laughed. “Oh yes! I’m sure they will fit. She has a very big mouth!”

She giggled and picked them up, trotting over to Ida and pushing them unceremoniously into the choking woman’s mouth. I chuckled with delight: Ida’s eyes stretched wide as she tried to control her gag reflex and her cheeks bulged outwards. ‘Revenge is sweet!’ I thought to myself. ‘And creamy.’

Helen returned to me and turned back to look at her mother, her arm wrapped around my waist. “Doesn’t she look funny!” she cried delightedly.

“Yes she does. I think we ought to leave her alone now to get started on her washing and we play some naughty games.” I patted her delicious bottom. “Why don’t you go upstairs and wait in my bedroom while I have a quick word with her?”

Helen giggled excitedly and ran out of the room.

I turned and stared at Ida for a few moments, and she looked back at me in alarm. She looked ridiculous, her cheeks puffed out, her chest rising and falling with the effort of breathing, and I laughed.

“Well, bitch? How do you like it?” I kept my voice dangerously quiet. “You went out of your way to make my life a misery. You stole my pathetic husband and you did everything you could to humiliate me.” I paused and smiled maliciously. “Perhaps I ought to be grateful. Do you remember the Mystery round yesterday when I had to fight the other bitches? Do you know what got me through it?” I stopped again, letting my question sink in. “I thought of you, of the way you treated me, of all the filthy things you had made me do, of what I wanted to do with you if I had you at my mercy.”

Ida looked down at her hands and her body slumped in the chair. It was hard to tell with her mouth full of panties, but she seemed to be sobbing.

“Stand up!” I yelled and she jumped and stood up at once. She was frightened now and I knew that I had her where I wanted her.

“Strip!”

For a moment she hesitated, but all I had to do was raise an eyebrow and she began to undress until her clothes lay in a pile at her feet. She stood naked in front of me, her body trembling.

“Now listen to me carefully,” I began, stepping closer to her. “You’re my bitch now, and from now on, you’ll do exactly what I say. Is that clear?” She nodded, tears starting to run down her face. “You will stay in my house as long as I want you to and you will not leave until I say you can. Don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t really give a shit about you but I want to have fun with your daughter. If you disobey me, then I will tell everyone about how you use Helen as a sex aid to amuse somebody else’s husband. I’m sure that won’t go down very well with your snooty friends.”

Tears were flowing freely now and a bubble of snot expanded from Ida’s nose.

“And just in case you should decide to abandon your daughter and make a run for it, you’ll stay naked. I will only let you wear clothes when it pleases me and when I know I can trust you. Do you understand?”

Ida nodded and another snot bubble burst. I smiled inwardly: all the arrogance and defiance was gone and she was defeated.

Suddenly, a deliciously dirty idea occurred to me, so evil that I had to fight not to laugh out loud.

“Pick up your clothes!” I ordered, stepping back, and she bent down immediately and did what I told her. I noticed that her panties were on top of the pile and that they were damp. “I am going upstairs to play with your daughter. I bet that you would like to watch but I’m afraid you have some washing to do. Come with me.”

Obediently she followed me out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchen door. “When we come back downstairs, I want to find that you’ve done the washing and cleaned the kitchen, and be warned, I shall be checking carefully. Do you understand?”

Ida nodded and I pushed open the door, shutting it as soon as she had walked through. Holding the handle tightly, my heart beating with anticipation, I listened. At first there was nothing and then what could only be described as a muffled scream. I felt the door handle try to turn but I clung onto it tightly, and then heard a deep growl and the handle went slack.

I stepped back and grinned. ‘Enjoy yourself Caesar!” I called.

Just then I heard Bill coming down the stairs, the large suitcase banging on the stairs with each step.

I walked to the hallway and stood there as Bill fumbled with the door handle.

“Where’s Ida?”

“Getting acquainted with Caesar.”

“Bitch!”

“Fuck you Bill.”

He looked at me. “I’ll be back to get the rest of my things.” And with that he walked out the door.

I smiled as I bounded up the stairs.

It was a master class in gentle corruption, of loving sex. I knew that part of it was all wrapped up in revenge on Ida, but only a small part: most of it was lust. I wondered at times if the old Kathy Woods was watching me, shaking her head in horror.

I let Helen use me to satisfy her curiosity to begin with, and play she did, giggling as she squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples, and staring wide-eyed as I pulled open my labia to show her my wet hole. I taught her how to kiss, deep wet kisses where I drunk her saliva as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth as her confidence grew. I encouraged her to finger me, her strong fingers rubbing and squeezing and probing as I gushed around them, listening to her gasps of surprise and delight.

I hung on as long as I could, spreading myself wantonly as she played with me, but a noise from downstairs suddenly interrupted us: it was almost a scream, almost a moan, and I knew that Ida was learning just how it felt to get properly acquainted with Caesar.

“What was that noise?” Helen asked in surprise.

I smiled. “I think Caesar is playing with your mom.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Caesar? But why did she scream? Is he biting her?”

“No, darling, I think he might be doing naughty things to her, like he did to me yesterday.”

She gasped and then laughed. “When we were watching, she said that she would never let a dog do that to her, and now she is!” She looked down at my cunt and became more thoughtful. “Did it hurt when he ... when he fucked you?”

“It hurt a little at first, but after that it was wonderful. Caesar made me cum so many times.”

Helen stared at me curiously for a moment. “Why did it hurt at first?”

I wondered for a moment if I could have an orgasm just from talking. She gazed at me with naive, teenage eyes and I was about to tell her about what is was like to be fucked by a dog! Oh fuck!

“Well, Caesar has a very thick cock, and when he pushed it into me, my cunt had to stretch to let it in and that hurt a little bit, but once I got used to it, it stopped hurting.”

She looked down at my gushing slit. “Like Bill,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked softly, stroking the silky skin of her bottom.

“He used to push his cock against my cunt and sometimes it hurt and once he did it so hard that it made me cry.” Her words came out in a rush as she remembered.

“Was your mom there when that happened?”

“Oh yes. She smacked me and told me not to make such a fuss. Then she made me sit and watch while they fucked.”

Despite being so turned on, I felt a spike of anger: I despised Bill more than ever, but my hatred for Ida was now overwhelming.

After that, I lost track of time. I caressed her softly that first time, her hard nipples and budding tits, her soft wet slit, listening to her begin to moan to my touch. I slid my finger into her, fucking her gently and then stroked her tiny clit until she came, not loudly or violently, but with a soft mewling sound as her body tensed and shook beneath my hand. I held her tightly afterwards, kissing her gently until I felt her relax and her breathing steadied.

“Did you like that darling?” I said. “Did you feel the explosion?”

Helen looked up at me with glazed eyes and smiled. “Can you do it again?” she whispered.

And of course I did, but this time, I used my mouth, licking my way down her body until I tasted her delicious teen cunt. I took my time, tasting her, caressing her with my tongue, listening to her gasp and moan as I pushed into her anus and then teasingly back and up over her clit until I knew she could stand it no more. I sucked gently on her tiny nub and her thighs gripped my head with unexpected force as she came, her body flopping like a little fish.

I watched her sleep afterwards, a look of contentment on her cherubic face, and thought of all the exciting things we could do to each other. I hadn’t cum and my clit ached for attention, but I wanted it that way: there would be plenty of time for Helen’s mouth to play its part in the future, but for now I wanted to save myself for Mistress.

I put on my robe and headed for the shower, but a whine from downstairs reminded me of Ida. The scene that greeted me in the kitchen was just what I had hoped for: obviously Ida had put up a struggle, there were chairs and broken bits of crockery spread over the floor, but now she lay in a fetal position in a corner. Caesar trotted over to me and shoved his cold nose under my robe and against my cunt.

“You dirty doggie!” I laughed, pushing against his tongue. “Haven’t you had enough to satisfy you this morning?” It seemed that he had because after a few more licks he headed over to the backdoor and looked back at me, wagging his tail. “Typical man!” I sighed as I let him out and watched him run out of the yard.

I went back over to Ida. She was curled up tight, her eyes just staring into space, and she was so still that, until she blinked, I wondered for a second if she was dead. I looked at her butt and saw her labia sticking out between her thighs; they were red and swollen and a trickle of Caesar’s cum still leaked from them, running down over the back of her fat thigh and dripping into a large pool on the floor. I remembered how it was that first time when Caesar raped me and felt a pang of sympathy for her, but only for a moment.

“How’s it feel to be Caesar’s bitch, Ida?”

She didn’t respond but I could see her eyes filling up. Lying near her feet were the panties that Helen had pushed into her mouth. I picked them up and dropped them in front of her face.

“You need to get the washing done and I want the kitchen tidy before Mistress gets home.” I walked to the door and paused. “If you don’t, I am sure that Caesar would love to have sloppy seconds!”

Mistress got home as I was fixing dinner, and she seemed to be bubbling with excitement.

“Had a good day?” I asked, and she smiled broadly.

“Amazing!” she replied, and then stopped and looked round the kitchen: Ida was sitting at the table looking down at her hands, blushing fiercely, and Helen, dressed only in a t-shirt and pink panties.

Mistress looked back at me, her eyebrows raised, I could read her mind.

“Ida and I had a discussion this morning,” I said grinning. “I won’t go into details now except to say that there is going to be something of a change of roles in this house from now on. One of the things we decided was that while she’s here she has to be naked.” I paused and grinned. “Oh yes, she’s met Caesar.” I put a special emphasis on the word “met”.

Mistress gasped and across the other side of the room, Helen giggled.

“By the way, I also told your father to leave.”

Mistress turned back and looked at me, and for some seconds there was silence. Then she grinned. “You’ve certainly been laying down the law. I have so much to tell you, but first I have to get changed”

She walked towards the door and then paused and look back at me. “I especially have to change my panties!” she said as she walked out of the kitchen laughing.

“We met up at Mayor Jean’s office,” Mistress said excitedly between mouthfuls.

She had come back down wearing a t-shirt which said, ‘Mom’s asshole belongs to me!’ which made me blush, and a very thin tight pair of shorts. Helen had stared at her crotch, captivated by the clear outline of her cunt. Now we were all at the table eating dinner. Ida stared at her plate, picking at her food and Helen stared with worshiping eyes while Mistress began her story.

“Everyone was there. The competition committee, Dr Asshole, Tina and Betty, Jessica from Teen News, and loads of photographers and TV cameras. We all had to line up and the Mayor gave us our certificates and...” Mistress suddenly stopped, got up from the table and ran out of the room, returning a moment later clutching a piece of paper.