Treating her like a crude sex toy. Some took her nude form over thir knee and spanked her. young brown guys smacking her and making her yelp as her le...s waved helplessly and ludicrously in the air!They put a dog leash on her too. It was a crazed orgy with her as their sex slave. I'd had no idea this had gone on! Then they fucked her. All of them. Sliding their dark hairy pricks into Mom's cunt. On to her pale motherly tits. Into her mouth. Their fingers in her ass and then their dicks! On the. I cannot believe the girlscalled me mommy, and that mommy has the same pants as me. Why did theysay did mommy tell me the same thing when I was a little girl? Theycannot actually think I am a girl. I have to get that out of my head. Imean I do have long hair like all of the girls in the house.Mommy said the clothes Jenny bought me were girl's clothes and they kindof look a little girly. Oh, I am sure they know I am a boy. I mean allthe girls in the house wear dresses, and I never have so that. There is no need to hide anymore.”No one moved. This was a point of no return, and nobody had the nerve to be first. Except for Joyce, who gave us a scowl and said, “Folks, I’ve been topless for fifteen minutes, on display, and now you all are the ones hesitating?” With that, she pulled off her panties. Her mound was covered with fine blond hair, the lips of the vagina visible. I gawked at her nakedness. We all did. It was difficult to stay dressed after her courageous action, and slowly. " I agreed. They were both psittacoids. The fact that galahs were grey and pink and macaws were brightly coloured was irrelevant. That Weena was happy was relevant. I asked her about door handles. She looked at me blankly until I pointed out that we had knobs at home, but hospitals had pushbars and levers, so that doors could be opened when you had hands full — like when you were carrying a baby. We got three L-shaped handles. One for the inside of the closet — in case Weena got trapped, I.