It felt like home. Eppie was almost like a wife to me whenever I was in town. Of course, when I was not in town, she plied her trade of being a bar gi...l and screwing GIs. I didn't care. I wasn't supporting her. In fact, many times when I was broke, she'd given me money, beer and free pussy.I moaned as I sank into her slippery little pussy. All the ridges and bumps felt right. She humped into me and started doing her magic. She could hold me on the edge of a climax, driving me nearly insane, for. ..my feet aren't that big." She groaned right before looking at her now giant gloved hands greatly resembling a pair the cartoon Mickey Mouse would wear in surprise."My hands aren't this big either! What is going on here?"Molly then quickly rushed over to a nearby stream of clear water only to scream in horror to see her clown face. Her skin a bright bleached white with a green polka-dot pattern all over her body, her once short brown hair was now a bright neon green in a slightly puffier. “Anything for you son.” Mom said as she gave me another kiss. “Now I must get ready.” Now I knew that I soon I would be one of my mom’s lovers. For the rest of the day all I could think of was bedding my mom and doing to her what always put a smile on her face when she was with one of her lovers. Now I wasn’t watching mom fucking just to watch her, now I was watching to see my mom have sex so that I could get it right. I was excited to be seeing mom naked with a man’s dick inside of her with. Some of the slave bullies also stole my blanket and food rations. We were used for the entertainment of the guards. One of their favorite activities was forcing us slavegirls to wrestle each other in the nude. I tried to use non-violence towards my fellow slaves, but that lead to painful beatings, so I had no choice but to fight back with all my strength. I still ended up beat down. I would be lying on the floor, my whole body bruised and beaten. Desperate for some rest and peace. And Namdar.