"Are you Aunt Francesca's boyfriend?" the oldest boy asked. He was as blonde and blue-eyed as a Scandinavian."Yeah ... I guess I am," I chuckled. It n...ver occurred to me that my girlfriend would be an aunt."Come on in," he said, stepping back and making way for me.I stepped into the foyer, then moved to the great room just as Francesca appeared, smiling and giving me a kiss on the cheek."Hi, you're right on time," she said with a big smile."Thank you for inviting me, Aunt Francesca," I. The hand suddenly had the device again. Again Iwished I could cry. The pain was unbearable, though I somehow bared it, as itcircled my outer vulva lips. They, too, were removed, rolled uncaringly downthe rod. My bare pussy, once whole, was nothing more than a hole with a clitjutting out above it.The tube was removed from my clit, and a syringe wasin the monster's hand. I wished desperately to wake up, that this was a dream.An ending dream. But the syringe punctured my clit right at the tip. The. As with most things Nazi there was a formality which had to be followed. "Strip the prisoner to the waist", ordered the officer in charge. Marie began screaming again as the men approached her. One at the front puthis hands inside the neckline of her blouse and roughly ripped downwards. Herbreasts bounced wonderfully inside her cotton petticoat. She never wore a brassiere.For one thing, she could not find one which fitted and was comfortable. Butthe main reason was that she had always been self. Did he?"No Robert, I don't hate you. Jessica gave me a big kiss this morning and said that you were great, but she missed me. You treated her well, and did nothing that she didn't want you to. As long as she is happy, so am I." I'm glad you feel that way Mark. I do too, but it seems strange somehow. I feel like I should resent Jimmy, but I don't. He treated Regina exactly the way she wanted to be treated and I thank him for it. If we are typical of the group, then I think that this can work. We.