“That would be nice.”Minutes later, they were seated at a table in a cozy coffee place, where people in sporty getup, like them, mingled with earl... risers dressed up in dark suits, getting ready for a new day at the office.“So, Simon, what do you do for a living?” Carter asked.Wow, you’re playing this like a pro.Well, it’s Aron’s happiness at stake here. And so far, we’re doing nothing to hurt this guy.“Ah, I’m working for the Marketing department, at Beauty X.”“Beauty X? What’s that?”“A. I was lucky if I was myself for an hour a day by now.Every time I tried to show a spark of resistance, I was punished,humiliated, made into more of a girly slut.There was the time when I threw away the hormones I had bought, theones that were making my bras slowly begin to fit, to make my jeanstight on my growing ass. When I next came to, I had breast implants.And not small ones, either, huge, porn star breasts, heavy basketballsof skin stuck to my chest.Every time I was myself, which was maybe. Mom had finished her bath and had come back into the room wrapped in a pink towel, smelling of lavender and sandal. Her hair was wet and washed with shampoo. Her ivory white skin was glowing and her hair was dripping water. She unhesitatingly took off her towel and started drying her hair with it. She had no bra on and was wearing a flimsy pink silk panty.I told her when she was drying her hair. “Papa had another heart attack at about 7:00 PM. The operation will not be tomorrow. He has to. "Ive never masturbated anyone but you, Ted. Id like to make cum but he may not want me to do it". "Oh, please do it". I stood up in front of Muriel, who was still sitting on my bed,but she stood up and held my cock, stroking it to full erection. She was masturbating me so I reckoned I should do the same to her. Rather unsure I slipped fingers into her cunt, fully expecting Ted to tell me not to do that but he didn't say a word, just looked at what his wife and I were doing. She hadn't resisted.