But that would change. Once she saw what Mommy was packing beneath her skirt, she wouldn’t need a boy.Or a man. She had a futa-mother.“Are you goi...g on a date tonight?” she asked as she stood before me, glancing at my cleavage. “You unbuttoned part of your blouse.”“You noticed,” I purred, my cock throbbing, pressed tight by my crossed thighs.“So who’s it with, Mom?” Her blue eyes were so bright, her breasts straining her babydoll t-shirt. My dick throbbed beneath my panties as she shifted her. "I nodded like a good little sissy and darted over to my table, only to seeBambi and Sakura had left me their dishes too. Of course...I was thebitches' bitch...it figured I'd have to clean after them too. Or maybe itdidn't, but in my docile state, it only seemed fitting, even just. Sowithout a whimper of complaint, I ran as fast as my dainty feet wouldcarry me and started scrubbing the dishes. It was a lot harder than Iimagined it would be, the glop just didn't want to come off, no matter. Then an arm was around her waist, pulling her out and dropping her naked form onto the dry dirt. The killer stood over her. She only slightly comprehended the danger. ?Forty five minutes. Not bad actually. I’ve had girls last a day without my catching them, but usually its more like ten minutes.?She couldn’t even turn over. The drug that entered through her tit left her body immobile, but also left her mind in a haze. She was staring to one side, at the vast scene below the open field and the. Bill assured me it was overgrown and out of sight. It was a beautiful hot sunny day, blue skies and I was feeling turned on too. I gave in and got into his car. It was only a 5 minute drive away. It was literally an old stone building, windows long since gone, a few timbers where the roof once was ...and indeed surrounded by nettles. But it was only a few hundred yards from the the farm. "We'll just say we're thinking of maybe buying it" Bill said in case someone came over. He reversed in to.