" I knew this was nothing, but to a four year old it meant a lot.I arrived at the apartment and Angel came to the door. "Brad, we have a slight proble.... I was going to flush Goldie down the toilet and Sara said she wants to have a funeral and Goldie needs to be buried."Sara came into the room with little tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry about Goldie, honey. Do you want another fish?" No, daddy, I just want to bury Goldie. Mommy was going to throw her in the toilet." Okay, I'll tell you what we can. "No, nothing like that. A long time ago we were lovers, but that was before I got married. Now we are really close friends. She needed a place to stay for a few days, and I wasn't going to be home anyway, so I offered up my house." I continued to explain.Sarah continued on with her questioning asking me prying questions about my love life. Most of which I wasn't willing to answer. I was tempted to ask her about her friend, but decided to save it for another time."Well I guess I better get. This was the perfect opportunity. I could finally fuck her cunt and any soreness or other residual fall out would surely be over by Sunday night when her mother returned. I would fuck her Friday night and by Sunday she would have been fucked so many times, her position as my slut would be assured and any soreness or weird stride would be over. I was sure she was going to be an insatiable little fucktoy. That afternoon I ordered some Viagra from the Internet. I didnt need it to get it up, I. .." Christina signaled to Sasha with her eyes. Wendy was now feeling very woozy."Then just relax and do everything I say. You want to please me, don't you darling?" Yes..." Yes mistress?" Yes mistress." Thank you. Sasha?"The transsexual now held Wendy's hands from behind and quickly cuffed them. "What's going on?" Just a precaution darling. Now, face down on the settee and let Sasha have her fun. And darling .... you'll love it too..."Christina helped to hold Wendy down, muffling his cries for.