Was it real? Could this really be a chance to serve my mistress? Is it a joke?I was skeptical. I responded quickly,"Mistress Terie you are my master a...d I am your slut, but at this time I cannot move to your country house at this time. Thank you so very much for the offer." It pained me to tell her this and even the possibility of this being reality made my cock hard all the time...Mistress Terie replied a few days later," I will give you 2 weeks to reconsider this offer. Please know I will. She started laughing and called her sisterJennifer to come and see "Baby Susie sitting on the potty chair." Bothgirls howled with laughter, but stopped when I began to cry. My aunt cameand shooed them away. My aunt praised me for doing one and two, and thencalled my mother. Next, I was given a bath. Then women then took me back tomy room, diapered me, and picked out the day's clothes. I was put in lacyyellow dress with petticoat, matching baby panties with lots of ruffles,lacy socks and marry. ”“Are you scared?”“No, scarred. Remember?”“I remember. Let me know.”“I will.”We ate a nice salad, with a side plate of huge olives and sliced zucchini and jicama. When we finished, she stood to begin the cleanup.“May I help?”“Nope. You just sit there and get comfortable with my butt and bush.”I did.Sit there that is.Comfortable? Couldn’t do it. Not yet. Not yet.When she was done, Kendi returned to the table and opened her laptop to resume her work.“Mick, I would normally work while I ate and. Daniel, a moron himself, wanted in on the prank and did the same before plunging his thick cock in Stephanie’s welcoming butthole. That was two months ago.It was a tough pill for her fiancé to swallow, his girl permanently attached, ass and mouth, to the crotch of two jocks. After some soul-searching while his wife-to-be continued to get fucked and feed fluids round the clock, he decided to stay… for the kid. The wedding would happen as planned.The honeymoon turned out to be a lot like the.