My other hand greedily plays with my clit and cunt and we both reach our orgasms at the same time. I gulp down his cum and I feel my juices flowing do...n my fingers as I shake and my pussy contracts around my fingers as I climax.Another favorite: on my hands and knees on the bed, I hear behind me the sound of a belt being pulled out of it's loops. Anticipating the blows I'll soon receive, I bite into a pillow. My ass, back and thighs are peppered with blow after blow until I am a squirming,. On a sub directory called nastyleopardgirl. I have my own tumblr account so I sign in and look for that page. I am impressed. The pics are all mirror selfies. These girls are in all forms of dress. Some in clothes, some in their bra and panties. Some wearing nothing but a smile. I close my account and get ready to punch in. My phone vibrates again so of course I open it one last time. I see where she has posted a picture to tumblr. I reopen my account and there she is... With her night shirt. I had to try.So I opened the door. There was a sea of people outside. All lined upfor the annual billy cart race.Somewhere amongst all these people I would be standing, watching.But as I looked at face after face I realized that I had no memories ofwho I was.I only had memories of who SHE was or who I now was.Nothing. Not a glimmer of recognition. I was panicking now. If Icouldn't recognize him now just minutes after the transformation howcould I ever expect to know him tomorrow.I walked. "Pray to me, Mom. It'll be good practice for when you really are my slave." He slapped me. "But never, EVER, say 'father'!"His attack stunned me long enough to find my son's prick plunging once more into my mouth, his hands pressing the back of my head. This time he had betrayed God. That hurt more than his raping cock. Still, I didn't cry. I had to survive my son's fresh assault. I had to breathe, I told myself. Sobs would disturb my timing.I discovered that by tightening my lips at the right.