“Why don’t you take the bitch outside and let the boysplay with her for awhile. I need a hot bath.” The oldman said. “She drip...ing all over the floor.”The old woman grabbed Lucy rope to her disappointmentand started dragging her back outside. She needed afucking and didn’t even try to resist. The thought ofone of the boys shoving their cocks in her holes wasjust what she needed at this moment. As they made theirway out, she could still hear Marge oinking and. It was draped with a scarf in a rose pattern, which gave the tiny room a soft pinkish glow. The outline of a Murphy bed took up one wall, and the screen across the corner draped with clothes told me I was right about the house. I was standing in the living/changing/dining/bedroom, and the door I could see in the kitchen had to be the bathroom. The house was claustrophobic, but it smelled like her perfume, sweet and springlike, so I didn’t mind. Valerie glided right behind the screen without a. What should I call you?”“My name doesn’t really matter. Is it important to you for me to have a name?”“Yes, otherwise, this is only assisted masturbation and I want it to be more.”“Ok, then why not call me Alice?”“No, Alice is a perfectly good name, but it conjures up a sweet little girl with blonde ringlets who is saving herself for Prince Charming. You, on the other hand, look like the Earth Mother personified. If it’s all the same to you, why don’t I call you Ishtar?”“Ok, but if they make a. Just like a big sister. NowI suggest that you both put your tops on and go out to play for a while.I helped Janice unpack the rest of my shopping and we fussed abouttrying to decide which top I should wear. Aunty Bev smiled as shewatched us."You're a right fussy little pair of madams aren't you? Still, that'sanother sign that you're a true sissy at heart Petal. I'd better get youenrolled at that school as soon as, -" I squirmed uncertainly. Not sure if I was excited or afraid. My emotionswere.