But then, in an instant, she was snapped out of her fantasy.A noise, the front door with its familiar creak, oh my god. At the same time she feels a ...udden dampness, and is slipping into reality. She is he, no she is me. I stand looking in the mirror and again feel the slow gush that is now starting to fill my silky panties.More hazy thoughts, I did this to myself, I’m trapped and my fantasy has caught me.More noise, this time footsteps clicking along the wooden hallway, shit, shit, shit. I. Age 13#, Slave girl, 4'-11" tall, 95 pounds, 32B-20-30, long auburn hair, gray eyes, so cute.b. Age 18, Daughter, 5'-2" tall, 115 pounds, 34D-22-34, long auburn hair, gray eyes, beautiful.c. Age 35, Son's lover, 5'-2" tall, 125 pounds, 34D-23-35, long auburn hair, gray eyes, still cute.PatrickGabriell's youngest son, Count of Buckland, 5'-9" tall, 150 pounds, 18 years old#, brown hair, gray eyes.Young CountPretenders son, 5'-9" tall, 175 pounds, 28 years old, brown hair and eyes.Old. " He won't. Says it's shit."Laura felt very sad. "What are you going to do?"Charise shrugged. "Don't know. I ain't told my Mama yet. She'll kill me." Do you want me to help you?"Charise pondered it, giggled, then shook her head. Slowly, turning seductive now, she inched her jeans and panties the rest of the way down her thighs. Her eyes smoldered. She knew Laura's weakness. Laura found herself forgiving the boy who had probably made her pregnant. If she did this for him, how could he resist?She. I ran the big greasy nozzle down her crack and stroked it in and out of her cheeks. I approximated the angle and location of her asshole and probed gently. Erica let out a gasp and I readjusted the nozzle to a more comfortable angle. Having found the opening to her rectum, I slowly inserted the 8 inch nozzle deeper into her body until the white plastic nozzle had completely disappeared into her butt. Erica let out and audible gasp about the time I hit bottom with the nozzle. I left the nozzle.