Fabienne requested that I attach a leash to her collar and let her lift her leg and piss and shit in the yard. I milked her like a cow and made her sq...awk like a chicken in the barnyard just to increase the novelty of the act for our frequent guests.I also continued to go to school. Many of my classmates knew about my control of my mother. I found increased popularity, which I attribute to my growing confidence. Some girls my own age were interested in me, but most were put off by fears I might. I hope they aren't pantyhose. But they probably are. I should have said something to her about that. The guys don't like those. They get in the way.I watched her closely to see what she's going to do. She has been studiously avoiding looking in my parent's direction. By their very presence they're obviously raising the level of discomfort she's experiencing right through the roof. And I'm willing to bet she would have felt a lot better about this if her picture was being taken by an older boy,. She went beneath the water, cleaning the lather from her body, rising to the top slowly. Beads of water fell in silvered streams down her skin, a single droplet resting in the valley of her breasts. Graceful and light, she looked more like an angel, his heart wrenched as he saw a drop of water cling to a dusky nipple, then fell to the waters surface. Her hand lifted, then a finger, beckoning him to come to her. His eyes closed, then opened, slow steps carried him towards her, mesmerized by. The first time I ever saw a pumped pussy was last year, while browsing online, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was gigantic, obscene - and a massive turn-on. I knew I just had to try this for myself. I immediately rushed into the kitchen, got some boiling water and used it to heat the inside of an empty glass jar. Next I hastily slathered some lubricant over the smooth mound of my pussy before emptying the jar of water and clamping it down on my skin. Then I quickly showered cold water onto.