I want to enter her badly, I raise up and begin to position her."Not this time," she whispers, "I want you to wait." I am confused, as she redirects m... to the junction of her thighs where I continue to ply my skills to her flower. Soon the build-up begins, and she closes my head between her legs and for the second time squirts all over my face. Again no screams, but instead I hear her faintly whisper, "Oh Sloane." More about that later.Without missing a beat, as she plateaus, she grabs my shaft. He looked at the diapered little girl staring wide-eyed back athim. She looked so pretty! Despite his overwhelming feeling of shame, hefelt his little member stiffening in what he abruptly realised was a warmdamp nappy. He had no recollection of wetting, which worried him. Was henow dependent on nappies night and day? Of course he was! David'semotions were all over the place. Here in Mummy's bedroom he felt safeand loved and excited to be her pretty sissy baby, and he was starting tobecome. ”He snapped back to full consciousness. “Eudora. You ... why do you look like...” Upon smelling her perfume, his mind flashed back to a defining moment from his childhood: He was sitting on his mother’s bed, looking at an old photograph of her. “You’re so pretty, Mommy,” he praised her.He returned to the present. “ ... like my mother?” He looked Eudora up and down, and then recoiled from her. “I fucked you, and you look like my mother!?”“Your greatest fantasy, master,” she replied, stroking his. Pierre was familiar with rape victims, having saved several in his career as a Knight Templar. She showed all the signs during their long ride. She shrank from all the men, jerking away from physical contact, and when Pierre had spoken loudly as they broke camp the first time, she’d nearly jumped a foot in the air. The demon girl showed similar signs, but was even worse. Her worry for the witch was obvious, and added to his certainty that something wasn’t as it seemed. As she’d ridden stiffly.