As he was licking my right nipple mercilessly, his left hand made its way over to my left boob. He pulled my bra down a little bit, to show my other n...pple as well. Once my bra was down all the way, he took a look at my rack, which he knew would be getting bigger very soon. Of course he couldn't help but drool over my boobs.“Watch the drool, those are my boobs you know,” I told him.“I'm not sorry,” Travis replied.So, he leaned his head down, and put his arms underneath me, to undo my bra. I. Kim was awash with sensations. She had been given to one man and now a second who had immediately abused her. She realised then that her body was no longer her own and that she would be used. Far from being frightened, she thought of John. The long hours he had subjected her to explanations of gothic torture chambers, of the ways young girls had been made to please their masters, often so called priests and bishops who used the idea of cleansing the girls from sin by causing them to sin even. "Mr Brown, I'd like toask you about the burial of Sarah Hackett."He took a long hard look at me, and then leapt back in fright as if hehad seen a ghost."You, you can't be..." Can't be what?" You look just like Sarah Hackett, the girl that I buried a year agoafter she tripped over, fell down the stairs and broke her neck. She washer parent's only child, and her whole family turned out for the burial." I am Sarah Hackett. I fell down the stairs, bashed my head and was in acoma for a month, and. His jaw relaxed aroundthe cock in his mouth and soon images played in front of his now openedmind and his new life was downloaded into him. Mike sat back and waited.A few hours later, Mike was sweating slightly as he ran his hands over therubber underneath him. He reached around and felt the swinging rubber titsas he enjoyed the tight ass of his doll. He heard the front door open andknew Sarah was finally home. He slid his cock out and whispered, "Show yourMaster what a good slut does when she.