His sister's fresh, clean pussy had become his most treasured delight, and he wasted no time when they fell into bed.From the intensity of her kisses ...nd the almost frantic way she clung to him during the concert, he guessed that she was as needy as he had been. He was always considerate, spending plenty of time arousing her. Now, however, he went right for her clit, rewarded with a loud "Yessss!" as he sucked it between his lips.It had not taken Beth long to lose any apprehension about Andy. I let out a huff of frustration, and she smiled in response as her small paws rested on either side of my member, kneading it beneath her paws.“I can’t have you stopping me again,” she said, her nose pressing against the soft head of my shaft before giving it a long lick, catching my preseed in her tongue. She purred and wagged her tail harder, nuzzling my wet tip like a Meowth with catnip. “Mmmnn… not until I get what I want…”Her lips enveloped my tip again, her trilling throat sending a tiny. ? Puttingthe cane down, Miss Pratt reached up and began putting clothespins all overpoor Evelyn's withered breasts, one at a time. ?I can remember her calling me and FORCING me to fly to Budapest once, becauseClaudia was having a panic attack before a concert.? Miss Pratt put more clothespinson Evelyn's stomach. ?Miss Pratt, it's too much, with the tank, ma'am.? Evelynwhispered, and Miss Pratt reached up and soundly slapped her face leavingred mark across Evelyn's cheek, and the older woman. Sleep. Diapers. In and out of a crib. In and outof a wheelchair. A tepid (maybe) baby bottle with at most five differenttasting substances. A sense of movement as I would push her between thecrib room and the Awake Room. Hood off. Hood on. The Awake Room. Diapers.And so on. A bland, featureless wall.No sense of time. No meaningful human interaction (except with me, and,because I despised her, I would, generally, say nothing to her). No changeof scenery. Day after day of gentle yet unremitting,.