I fed her every last morsel, increasingly finding that feeding her was undoing my control. She was only eating, beautifully but still, I shouldn’t b... as hard as I was or be shaking so badly. I swallowed hard as she savoured the last mouthful and found my voice had nearly left me when I tried to speak. ‘I should have brought more,’ I muttered, wishing I could keep feeding her. ‘You’ll make me fat,’ she said, smiling. ‘Dating you could be bad for my waistline.’ ‘Never. I’ll bring berries next. Then Becky backed up, looked at Christine with a twinkle in her eyes, and again asked, "Which outfit shall I try on first?"Christine regained her composure a little and picked out a short, revealing purple outfit and said, "Try this."Becky removed her clothes, putting them on the chair behind her. She made sure that she turned around, so that Christine could see the butt-plug still firmly in place. Christine saw, and gasped, "What is that?" That is a butt-plug. He is training me to accept his. An hour later she was sitting on her train making her journey home… to Marcus — or that was how it was in her day dream — the day dream that lasted for the entire two and a half hour journey. * It was later afternoon by the time that she got home, and she was feeling more than a little fatigued by her day in London, and so Miranda was rather dismayed to find Amanda waiting for her once more. ‘Hello Amanda — how nice to see you again?’ she smiled tiredly at the younger woman. Amanda blushed a. When she was beside rabble she turned smiled and dropped her dress, all 5 Africans gasped and stared, mom had heels, blk thigh highs and shelf bra on and nothing els, asked young blk to help her into table, as he helped he let a hand brush her nipples then as he put her feet in stirrups let his hand slide down her legs to bare thigh. There's mom laying on table, feet in stirrups, pussy fully exposed and 5 African males starring at her cunt. John's friend was first to move, he moved a stools.