Miss Dolly is ill. This was the first time I’ve come to the warehouse alone.”“Can you take us to her, Theresa?”“The next train is in two day.... No one else has come to work today. I think they all knew I would be here alone. I can take you to your mother. It is ... really you, is it not, Miranda?”“For good or ill, it is really me. And this is my most faithful companion, Katie Forster. Please take me to my mother.”It was a tearful reunion. Dolly did not believe it was her daughter until Miranda. I was being pounded so hard that my top had come undone and my tits were bouncing and flying in that circular, rhythmic motion you see when getting pounded so well–I LOVE that look on me! ‘Okay, when I cum I’m gonna pull out and you’re gonna turn around and get down on your knees and take my load fully in the face without swallowing,’ To emphasize his point he grabbed my neck, ‘Got that!’ ‘Yes, mister. Whatever you say.’ I replied. ‘Good girl. I get what I pay for, you got that?’ ‘Yes, mister,’. When Esther returned, she spent a good 30 minutes making sure we were both cosmetically alluring. After a final inspection of the clothes that were driving me insane with desire, Esther nodded her approval and speed-dialed a number on her cell phone. Within ten minutes, a black stretch limo appeared in the driveway. "Sure you're comfortable dressed up like that?" Esther asked. "You are incredibly beautiful, you know." "Yes, my love. I had my doubts before, but I feel so wonderful, and thanks to. ." I waved.They waved back."Come take the wheel!" she stamped her foot.Uhoh.I stepped to the steering station."David. Eyes front." But what about..." Your daughter has two years to practice before she goes on the hunt," Wendy said.I looked back, Wendy elbowed me."She's becoming a woman," Wendy said. "Would you rather she practice where she can get caught?" She can practice when she's thirty!" I said."What? You'd want her to settle for left-overs?" Wendy said. "She's coming into her beauty. If.