I woke in the morning to the evening?s memories.? I felt different.? I felt resigned and docile.? I knew that pleading would get me nowhere.? Kate had...broken my will.? I felt the beginning of a transformation, anunderstanding of what it might be like to be her willing slave.?Good morning!? she greeted me brightly.??You were so attentive last night!?She grazed my cheek and brow with her fingertips and gazedtenderly into my eyes.? My cock began toharden, and I moaned, as I watched her reach for. Harry clicked away with his camera. I began to lick her love machine with vigor, and I delighted in feeling her body wiggle and squirm in response.Rachel dropped her butt down towards my face, silently presenting her sweet, tight ass hole for me to enjoy. I licked around the outside of her hole, and she pressed her ass back tighter against my face, rotating it in search of my tongue. I reached my hands up and spread her velvety cheeks wide. I located her bull’s eye, and began darting the. She drove her fingers in over and over letting go his cock and grabbing his testicles, fully released by the warm shower, squeezing them firmly until his low moans turned first to whimpers and then to tears. He had stopped trembling. His buttocks continued their submissive response to her fingering even as she squeezed his testicles harder and harder. She withdrew her hand from his anus and, raising one foot onto the outer edge of the shower, pulled down on his balls, pushed him to his knees. Mr. Hammond did not believe that a Father could have too many implements available for a plump bottomed ‘sissy boy’ and he was always looking to add to his bed box which contained them. A steel spatula in his local market may be viewed by most as to its use in the kitchen, but Mr. Hammond’s first thought and image was that of Ken and his bare bottom or plump thighs as he discreetly slapped it into his open palm. Checking a hairbrush and bath brush section of a store was second nature to him now.