Black-lace lingerie would morph into pink bikini bottoms and white, wet T-shirt ... then into a flowery white bra and underwear. But of course, none o... it was real. The clothing was just a disguise. Nora moaned again, she was consumed by a raging hunger that dominated her thoughts, her motivation. It was a hunger that Leila and Carmen felt as well, that all their kind felt.As they waited, there was a bit of activity. A low rumbling sound was apparent from the south, near the direction of the. Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move.As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Instinctivelyreaching out to brace herself, she accidentally plunged her handdown into his crotch where it landed squarely on top of his semi-erectpenis.Momentarily pinned against him by the train’s momentum, she didn’tmove her hand for several seconds. At last, as the train slowed again, she moved away from him.“I’m sorry,” she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her. Of course it didn't help that I was as nervous as the proverbial cat ina room filled with rocking chairs. There I was, sitting across thetable from Brett's father, the esteemed Doctor Oliver Carson. Oliverand his wife, Estelle, had been visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras,and had stayed for a few days to be with their son and, to quoteOliver, "Meet this fine young lady, who seems to have stolen our son'sheart."To be fair Oliver and Estelle had done everything in their power to putme at ease.. Slowly, I fucked her ass until I felt my point was made. When I yanked out, she groaned.“Clean me with a washcloth,” I commanded. She whispered a ‘“yes, sir” as she began cleaning me.“Now, go back to the dungeon.”She walked downstairs. Again, I was acutely aware, looking for potential signs of rebellion. I felt none. She was docile as I reattached the collar chain to the wall.“Davy, I meant it. I will be your ally if your leave me with some power,” she said.“I will see you in three days,” was.