But not just for his cock. For the amusement of my Mistress. I know thisis the show she wants. Me, reduced to nothing but a warm hole for a manscock t... cum into.The whole scenario has an effect on me. It makes my little clitty ache inits cage. Somehow, she knows. I feel her hand reach under my skirt andrun up my thigh. I feel her pull my panties to the side so she can carassmy little orbs, my little sissy ovaries, she calls them. God, her touch.So soft. It has been so very long since I have. "How could you order that poor girl to break her own leg?" Jones said sounding very angry, "I've a good mind to take them all away from you!" She added.I smiled coldly, "You really don't know me do you? I would never deliberately harm my girls like that! I don't work that way!" I told her, "Come with me!" and I led the two agents to the kitchen where Sharon was pulling a stockinet over Billie-Jo's leg, beside them was some Plaster-of-Paris waiting to be applied.Agent Jones carefully touched. He gave her a quick, nervous smile, all the while thinking he would have some explaining to do to her parents as to why he was mentally undressing their 13 year old daughter. But to his surprise she flashed back a perfect set of white teeth behind full lips and trotted out of the room yelling behind her: I have to finish packing for my trip tomorrow or my parents will be pissed. See you later. All right, no problem, he said back, suddenly painfully aware of his swollen cock trapped within his. I don't know what to do. I'm trapped in this prison and my head is in the clouds. I need to make a move. I open my eyes to locate her. I want her to feel what I feel. Actually I want to make her feel better. I find her but she does not see me. I stare with a painful hunger for passion, satisfaction, and pleasure. My imagination penetrates her clothing creating goddess like images of perfect golden nipples, a perfectly shaved pussy, and an amazing plump ass that at this point would force my.