Ginger told me to watch breakfast because she was curious just what Pepper had in mind, and quickly pranced after her sister. About a minute later, I...heard a woman scream, Jerry yell ‘what the hell’ and two other women laughing hysterically. Ginger and Pepper came walking back to the kitchen arm in arm laughing. I couldn’t help but think that they could be twins except for the color or hair. They were the same height, weight, figure, breasts and face. Even their voices were almost the. I wanted to hearmore. While he talked to my k**s, he fingered both holes, andtoyed with my clit. Occasionally he would bring his sopping wethand to my lips where I was expected to lick them clean and suckhis fingers. I did so without hesitation. He fed me our fucksauce while exposing me in every way he could.I had no secrets and nothing to hide from them after he wasthrough with me. He exposed my game, my secret life, my body,mind, and soul. No mother has ever been so thoroughly laid. Then I made her lie down on the queen-size poster bed which looked really grand. I took the pouch along with me and she couldn’t see what was in it and what I was going to do next. Her pussy had started dripping juice in anticipation.I held her hand, took out a handcuff from my pouch and cuffed it to the bedpost. I did the same for her other hand too. It was evident she didn’t like it and she was starting to feel a bit scared.I assured her that she was going to enjoy this and should take. She won’t tell you when your thighs are too fat and your stomach is hanging over your pants.’ ‘No, she won’t, because I don’t need her to.’ ‘Yes, you do. You need someone to tell you what to do, Janice. That’s the way it’s always been, don’t you remember?’ The reflection smiled, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. ‘I used to help you pick out clothes, remember? And we used to dance to the Backstreet Boys while we looked at our bodies.’ Janice kept searching for the book, listening to.