The one thing that was in play was this piss hardon I was sporting at the moment. Though it's not a truly sexual state I still felt the shame of havin... it. As I started to pee I heard my grandmother make a quick sound of laughter."I'm sorry honey," she said before my shame could deepen, "but you just reminded me of your grandfather. It seemed like he'd wake up with a piss hardon every morning."Now this was particularly shocking because my grandmother, who wouldn't say shit if her mouth was full. Up came my mom naked and on her knees waiting in a doggy position, then a big cock guy walked past the camera and got behind her slowly pushing his big cock in her pussy, she slowly started rocking back and fourth pushing his cock deeper in her clit with each stroke, slowly she did it, her eyes were closed tight as she began picking up the pace, the guy then placed his hands on moms hips and started pushing his cock in and out her faster, as mom started moaning, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh, she was. Tell ya what! To get yer started on yer tale... about dressing an 'at... why dun' I take yer to meet somes of the others in here and yer can ask a bit about their stories, y'know how thems got started. Was theys forced, blackmailed or trapped? Did they have a wicked sister, bruvver or muvver. Did thems have time on their 'ands, an' was they left alone in the house. So many tales! Them's all different but there again them is all the same... if y'know wha' I mean?"Come on... over here. Be quick!. She inspected his makeup "Good you are improving all the time my pet. But today something more aggressive. Change it."Abdul faced the mirror and began to remove his current makeup and apply another style. He hated it when she referred to him as her pet if this hated not been for his country he would have killed her. As Abdul removed his makeup Natasha busied herself laying out the clothes ready for the next step of his transformation. She looked at him as he sat at the mirror. He was coming on.