I slowly removed my finger, rolled out from between her legs, and moved up in the bed. I asked her if she was alright, she quickly rolled toward me an... said she had not felt this good in years. She laid her head on my chest, still breathing heavily. As she rested she took my extremely hard cock in her hand once again. The feeling was awesome. She slowly started to stroke it, causing me to buck slightly.She looked up at me and told me it was my turn now and moved up on her hands and knees. She. Both mother and daughter were completely at ease with their own roles as sexual objects and slaves to these men. They had also been taught to be energetically involved in the conditioning and training of other girls, like Jane, for similar purposes. Bonnie was accustomed to the teasing, torments, and tortures of her brother. Skippy had molded Bonnie as his personal slave girl since she was an early teen. He achieved greater satisfaction from using her than he did with any other woman. And, for. Then told her, "You are damn sexy." It gave her a deep sexual tension. She giggled and then replied, "You are falling in a trap. Do you want to?". I didn't answer and kissed her lips which were thin and soft. She then said, "You are locked in my lips", and kissed me with extreme passion.I then lifted her, took her to the bed, removed her clothes and saw her sexy body. Gosh! Her waist was so tiny and navel was too high. I fingered it, tickled it and kissed her. She yelled and screamed in the bed. It was their pact.Weak, Shannon slumped backwards into the chair behind her. Silence hung in the room as if Molly's spirit waited, holding her breath.She had been so beautiful and full of life. Even now, after losing one breast-and thinner than she had ever been-she was still beautiful to Shannon."I won't do it again." She had told Shannon when the cancer had returned, "Fuck the hospital. I'll take it as it comes, and die at home if I have to."She'd had to. There, just this morning on their.