She looked up with bewilderment, shaking her head and not answering."Ten strokes already Sarah! Annie -- your turn."The older Bodwell girl mumbled som...thing and was told to speak up. "On her back, Mistress Tam?" she answered worriedly.Tam nodded. "Good -- now Sarah, try a slut's second favorite position. Biting down familiar disgust, the teen answered shortly, "On her knees, Mistress Tam." Very good. But then you ought to know that answer -- you are quite the little cocksucker, aren't you. The shop was located in a poorer section of the city, but it was on the bike track and next to a vacant property that at one stage an attempt to develop it had occurred, for there were items of equipment gathering rust and draped in the weeds and long grass where nature had begun to reclaim what was hers. The property had at one time had a fence around it, but sections of it had collapsed and the owners of the milk bar didn't seem interested in repairing it."Good afternoon", the shop owner said. Eyes that looked at her with compassion, and a tongue that said things as sweet as honey.She’d wait until her acquisition fell asleep, and then in went the needle, quick and easy, the skin accepting it so that only a little dot of blood marked its passing. Then she’d carry the sleeper down to the basement and begin cutting.It took years. Her creation aged in reverse: The more time passed, the closer it came to life, further from death. When the body was done the old, perfect skin had to be. Down deep she knew why. There was great passion with her husband during their courtship and early in their marriage. Bill was a good lover: gentle, considerate. never demanding, always trying to fulfill her needs. A few months after they were married, she was pregnant with Bill Jr and things started to change. It was a difficult pregnancy and, after her son was born, it seemed there was never time for intimacy. She fell into the Mom routine, continuing to the birth of her daughter and beyond. .