From this moment on until the day that I returnyour father's ring to you, you must pretend to be someoneelse and to always wear your mother's necklace...around yourneck. That is the only way that you will be safe until itis time for you to avenge your parents' death. That is whyyou are currently wearing a young girl's dress and why youare going to live with Lady Catherine for the next tenyears. I will return for you when it is time for you totake your rightful place in history."The Old Man turned. With slow circular motions he worked his way up to the lips of her cunt. Juices were running freely and he lapped them up. After a while he moved on up to her hard clit. “Yes”, Susan moaned, “but use some fingers while you play there”. Again, wondering if it was the right thing to do, he inserted a finger in to her hole, and began to move it in and out. “Darling, I said I don’t break, and I also said fingers!” He inserted a second finger. “Is that all the fingers you have?”. A third finger. "Oh, these . . . erm they're a double E cup, why you like 'em"I nodded in response as mom put her hands back down by her sides then pulled her panties down, showing me her fanny. My cock became rock hard as again I looked on at mom's womanly figure as before, her curvy hips, her magnificent tits and her thighs which showed off her camel's hoof and raven haired pubes. God! I thought to myself, mom was absolutely gorgeous as I stood there starting to fantasise about mom.Just as mom finished. I knew him by sight. He was DonnellWoodson, a defensive back for the Bengals. Even celebrities had foundtheir way to our group.Mary Anne turned and wiggled her ass. Dumb bitch. She was acting as ifshe was at the strip club, and the customers were throwing dollar billsinto the air. To her, this was a show.Someone raised the bid. Someone else re-raised. We were the sissies, sowe never got to know the total or the time allotted.It was dehumanizing. We were chattel, worth no more than a cow.