‘I’d sure like to have some films of the sessions with Grace and your sister. Louise and Grace too. You can’t imagine the carnality through the ...ears.’ ‘Oh yes I can,’ I told him. ‘It’s absolutely unchanged around here, just different faces.’ Louise hung limply over the horse, but her breathing had returned to normal. Janice had reclined on the floor and was wiggling a finger at dad for him to join her on the floor. I untied Louise from the horse and took the camera from dad as he crawled. “I can’t do that but maybe a lick. It won’t be infidelity if I just suck it…” she said, convincing herself.Leaning forward, hesitantly, Amanda opened her mouth to lick the head of the white, veiny shaft. Each lick was slow, apprehensive. Even though her head was filled with depraved fantasies, her body still resisted falling for temptation and corruption.“Don’t be shy,” the male voice said from beyond the wall.The motivation was there in Amanda’s slutty brain cells but the girl was stuck. Monday morning, Glenda told me to come to her office at 10. Sandra headed to work. I dressed somewhat conservatively, but in women's jeans. They were so much more comfortable with my changing shape in my hips and waist. Chrissy led me back and handed me the gown. I knew the drill. Glenda came in and had me put my feet in the stirrups. She wanted to just be sure that there was nothing torn after the weekend repeatedly taking such a large cock. "Everything looks good" she said. "Now, when do you. I was now a slave, tobe abused at the whims of some mad fanatics. They wanted to turn meinto some little whore, to break my will and my mind.It then dawned on me that I knew what they wanted. She told me all thedetails, just to make me cry, to humiliate me, to frighten me, but shealso had informed me.I had acted in a few plays and wondered how well I could fake things. Itittered nervously as my mind snapped at the idea I had suggested tomyself. They wanted a little whore, made by a psychotic.