“Are you trying to tempt me again?” I asked her, playfully swatting her butt.She didn’t say anything, but her eyes told me she was hoping to tem...t me again. The other women laughed. “As tempting as you are, it’s time for your daughter to become a woman. I think you should be with her unless you feel she should be alone,” I said.“What do you want?” she asked her daughter as the mother stood and slipped her buckskin dress back over her head--but not before I managed one last grope of a breast.. Wait. No. I mean I am Tiffy. What didyou do? I am Tiffy and I am born a girl! No argh. Make it stop!" Tiffystarted to cry. She always thought crying was for the weak, but now shejust couldn't help herself."Oh, my. Oh, my. Another one that broke down. There there Tiffy. Comenow. Let's finish this. Look, you are now in hell. For all the misdeedsyou have done. But we don't forget the good things you did. We evenreward them. Now let's see. Oh damn, the list is short. You had been abad girl Tiffy.. I sat back down and watched as she bathed Charlotte, the sight of her soapy hands running over my sister's small breasts and between her parted thighs caused my cock to jerk and start to harden. However, as soon as I saw mother glance at it I felt the fear of punishment and it softened once more."Stand up David, I've just realised I haven't finished washing you."I stood up and she had me bend over slightly while facing my sister, I jumped as a soapy hand closed around my cock, pulling back the. Two of the handmaids were holding each of Amalia’s arms outstretched to her sides, the third was now behind her with a second stick.Kara: “I was going to let you use the wet stick, but you just had to tell me to fuck myself, didn’t you?”Amalia had eyes of confusion, the wet stick going in and out of her mouth. Then all at once her eyes became wide and a muffled scream was let out. The handmaid had shoved the dry stick into Amalia’s dripping wet pussy, every tiny ridge and bump feeling like.