Mother I heard Janus bellow as I felt his hard cock throb and swell in my gaping wide asshole. Oh yes, yes my son, yes my darling boy uh huh hurry my ...ove oh god yes hurry and fill me with your burning hot thick gooey gobs of sperm. He held me by the hips with his strong hands and began to fuck my pink little rosebud with long deep hard plunging strokes. I bit my lower lip until I tasted the bitter salty taste of my own blood as it trickled down onto my chin.The loud slapping sounds of his hips. Brie immediately said, "Yes, please."The waiter looked to me and I nodded and said, "Yes, all around, thank you."He grated the cheese on all four salads, and handed them out. He left a cruet of Italian dressing on the table. There was even a glass stopper in the cruet, to keep the flavor in. The dressing was thicker than I would have thought usual for an Italian dressing, but not as thick as a creamy one. It was sort of an in-between mixture. It was very good, though. It complimented the salad. "Nobody. We don't even go home at holiday time. It's like a prison,"replied Nancy."Except we don't get any visitors," added Delilah."Well you are being punished after all, as well as having yourpersonalities modified to stop your repeat offending," counteredJanice.They both nodded and looked down at their utterly feminised bodies andtiny fourteen-inch sissy waists. This action alone spoke volumes. Therewas no need for any more comment. Both Nancy and Delilah were utterlyfeminised and physically. She was 21, two years older than me, and from what my dad had told me, sometimes she stayed at the house and sometimes she would be off for weeks, not telling anyone where she had gone. Ruby was a tattoo artist by trade and she looked the part. Her hair had a tomboyish cut to it. It was dyed black except for a streak of purple that she let hang over her eyes. She had numerous peircings and from what little I'd seen of her, even more tats. Her right arm had a sleeve tattoo of a tangle of thorny.