For what could be millennia, I’ve tried to free myself, but never had the raw power in a large enough burst to do so. Around thirty of your years ag..., there was such a burst that coursed through where I exist. I tried to free myself, and the underground transit became abandoned. Over time more bursts of the raw energy flowed through me. Some I contained to use for my next attempt to free myself. I was much stronger the next time, but instead of releasing me from my prison, it showed me that. As I said I was only thirteen, but looked a lot younger because of my size. I was wearing a tight fitting top that accentuated my growing B cup breasts and a skirt that ended half way up my thighs. I was a cute, petite, sex kitten. I was only four-foot-eleven and about eighty-five or ninety pounds. Uncle Hugh says that I was in fact a younger, smaller version of my Mom. We were just sitting watching a football game together but my concentration was not on the game I really wanted to ask the. He began to flick her harder and rub her slit, and as his finger stroked her clit, Jennifer cried out in pleasure. Bill flogged her ass harder drawing a pink color to it and he rubbed her clit rapidly and saw Jennifer tug on her bindings and saw her body tense. She was so close right now, time to push her over the edge. Bill took her nipple clamps in one hand and released her left breast from the torture. He rubbed her clit harder and faster as the blood rushed back into the nipple. Jennifer. "Both of you?" Kathy cried out, looking first at Bob, then at Pete."I don't care," Pete said, shrugging his shoulders as he knelt on the stage."It'll be a trip!" Bob said, flashing a smile at Kathy as he started to unbutton his shirt."Hey! Did anybody ever think about asking me?" she said."Oh, come on, Kathy. Look at you. You can hardly wait to strap us on," Bob said as he pulled off his clothes quickly."Well, I think I want her pussy," Pete said as he staggered to his feet and turned Kathy.