He sent me into the corner and went out.After a few minutes he was back and had something hidden behind his back. I had to climb on the table and get ...nto diaper position - lying on my back with legs high up in the air. He said I will get punished even harder if I lower my legs at any point.First he started his classic talk about how he hates me turning into a woman. That is for sissies. Women are sluts (he obviously had no good opinion on them - I blame my mother for that) and deserve the. Currently, Sarah was in her room. For once the house was empty. Her older brother James was away at college. Mom was at the office and dad was at work. Luther was… wherever. Finally alone, she let it out. She was angry at herself for feeling the way she did. She threw things. She was pissed. Finally she ended up crying. She was moping still when a hand touched her shoulder. She turned with a start. It was him. Luther. He stood there, clad only in black sweatpants. He was sweating. Sarah found. She sure as hell didn’t make it easier as she gave me pleading baby eyes. And just as my testes swelled to the sizes of avocadoes she removed herself and French kissed me, forcing me to taste the outer coating of my powerful manhood.As she prepared to fuck me she wrapped her long legs around my waist and shoved her rack across my face filling my mouth with her sweet tasting milky mountains. I couldn’t breathe and horror struck me as she humped her cleavage fully into my mouth. With half of each. ”“I’ve considered that,” Leza said, allowing the other women to monitor her people to practice their skills. “I’m not planning to march in and have my followers pound on their door, asking for milk and cookies. Instead they’ll stop within sight of their compound, so they can see they aren’t a threat, and we’ll continue on alone. I suspect simple curiosity will encourage a conversation. A few familiar faces from the Collective should alleviate any remaining concerns.”“That’s good to know, but it.