..as well as her deep hope.There was no conscious agreement... only a sense of acceptance thatovercame Alten. He knew what had to be done and felt no ...ear... noreluctance. The Goddess had made him understand what it would mean, notjust to him and to her... but to everyone.At that moment, Alten gasped as the pain suddenly tore through his body,then his very flesh started to move. However he let out no scream ofpain, instead being overwhelmed by the power of the Goddess as herinvisible fingers. She was cooking something that smelled good."You're a cook?" I asked instantly realizing just how stupid it was to say such a thing."Yeah, my mom and I share duties in the kitchen. I'll have lunch ready in 10 minutes — wash your hands!" Yes dear - whatever you say," I said to her giggling.I was back in five minutes so I came up behind her and asked, "What smells so wonderful?" Enchiladas al Amy," she said."I had the stuff in this place to make enchiladas?" Yup! Lunch is served ... sit down. Then a cocky grin spread across his face. “It’s my first time!” Rebecca giggled loudly, not at all ashamed of her beautiful nakedness. Damien ran his hands up her legs to her flat stomach, and back down again. Her smooth skin felt wonderful beneath his fingers. He caressed her softly, feeling the muscles under her skin. Slowly, he slid his hands across her cock, standing up tightly next to her belly. He massaged it as if it were just another muscle, enjoying it for its heat, its texture. He. She was just trying to survive…Standing up, Jason knew he was in too deep. He would either remake his sister, or he would go to jail.Heading to his computer, Jason spent about an hour working on the recording he had taken of his sister, dropping the pitch of the phrases, he hid them into some relaxing sound tracks and rebuild his brainwashing musical mix.After he was sure he had set up the vocal cues right, he burned the music onto his mp3 player and took it into the room he was holding his.