He is under the control of the doctor. He, a woman controlledby a man, a thing that he had approved two days ago, with his friends.They often said tha... the perfect woman is most time in the kitchen,feeding her family and breeding her children. Thinking about all thisstuff, he hides his wet face in his arms on his chest, which reminds himthat he has breasts. Like a woman. He knows, that he is now such awoman, hidden in the kitchen, locked in and the only job is to givebirth. Something he ever. They walked out the door, and headed towards the mall which was a couple blocks away. Chris pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, offering her one. ‘No thanks I quit, you should to ya know, those things are bad for ya.’ She said. ‘So I’ve been told.’ He said as he put the pack back into his pocket. ‘Good for you though, quitting and all.’ ‘Ya well you were really the only one I smoked around and I guess without some one to bum off of I just stopped.’ She said as she stuffed her hands. We pretty much knew when to expect that dad would be coming home, but we sometimes got caught up in the heat of things and lost track of time. That was pretty much the case when two days after the Monica episode we were bouncing around on my bed when we heard dad's Kenworth pull up next to the house. Mom pushed me off her and made a mad dash for her bedroom. I watched as she took a large dildo out the bedside table and then ran back and closed the bedroom door. The front door slammed and I. It was either walnut or mahogany, I think. Regardless, it was quite ornate and well polished for its whole gleaming length of approximately twenty some odd feet.My girls were clustered there in three small groups near the left end of the counter. Abby, Heather, and Stacy were standing near the wall, next to a potted plant, talking animatedly amongst themselves and giggling loudly while Maria, Angie, and Violet were quietly chatting about five feet away. Billy was sitting at Maria’s feet,.