..”, I said, my brain flooded with endorphins and clearly not firing on all cylinders. “Is this body satisfying your needs, Master?”, she contin...ed, still cooing in my ear.“Ashley,” I began. “The way you use that body brings me such joy.”“Then, Master,” her voice took on a smoky, sultry tone. “Please reward me...”She quickly sat back up and began fucking me with reckless abandon. She was so into it, the way she moved, the sounds that she made, it was evident that at that moment she was in. The nextday Auntie Jane took over and his new regimen began.Being made to wear panties and a camisole was kinda cool, except totrying to manage his constant peenie pulses. His clothing style hadchanged to almost exclusively short shorts and girlish tops to the pointwhen Auntie Jane dressed him for the wedding it really was not that bigof a deal.The tittie treatments and the insistence on having a 'fanny friend'nearly constantly inserted deeply into his bottom were quite anothermatter. Each time. Mom took hold of mycock with one hand and opened her pussy lips with the other. Then sheguided the head of my cock right inside. I very slowly pushed and pulled,sinking my dick deeper and deeper into her well-lubricated love passage.Finally I was in her all the way, my balls against her ass, and our pubichair meshed together. Mom pulled my head down so that we could kiss as we fucked. Both of usseemed to want to make this last awhile, so we moved very slowly at first.I would pull slowly out. Isabel whimpered continually in obvious pain at being teetered so tightly and in such an awkward posture.Without saying a word, Miss Bjorn slapped Isabel across the mouth and then she used a rag which she stuffed into the girl's mouth to gag her. She then tied the rag with a thin strip of leather pressed tight between the girl's teeth and then knotted behind the neck, under her hair."Get used to your Mistress's demands, slave!" she hissed while sitting down on a bench next to Lucien.The sisters.