J.J. looked down curiously at the naked, dog-collared woman with the “Slave” tattoo and a few days worth of hair on her head. Kat, always helpful,...reached over and pulled her cousin’s skirt up around her waist. J.J. sat up slightly so Jane could pull her panties off and then spread her legs, feeling a little embarrassed but also excited to be the center of attention, her pussy rapidly moistening.Marie returned just then with a tray full of drinks, and everyone accepted one including Sally, who. A cloud of overwhelming guilt suddenly enveloped him. He closed his eyes and sighed then looked at the clock. It was already 11 am on Sunday morning. He would normally have been at Sally's gravesite for his weekly visit by this time.Jim got up, his muscles aching and his head still buzzing from his alcoholic binge. He dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. He stopped at a table that held the many photos of Sally and picked up a locket that Sally had often worn. Inside was a photo of Sally and. I could tell I had stopped ovulating and knew my period would start in about a week. I was like clockwork when it came to that. Maybe things would calm down and get back to normal. As I drifted off I wondered if that was what I really wanted.Over the next week I recovered and felt good. I was feeling a little bloated in my lower belly, but I figure that was because my period would start any day now. I had circled Friday on the calendar as the day it should. I made a commitment to start getting. "If you get in this box, I'm gonna shipyou overseas where you'll be physically transformed into a sissy thatwill make Stephanie look like some butch dyke. I've got a lot of money tomake this come true, including money for psychologists that willhypnotize you into becoming a complete whore for some Sultan's camels anddogs. You'll spend the rest of your days on your knees being raped by menand animals, and you'll love every minute of it."Then he pulled out a gun and I knew I had no choice but to.