She turns her head, and I kiss her cheek. Her skin is soft, and she smells so nice. I am extremely aroused, even though I realize that for her, this i... not pleasurable. I kiss her cheek again and again. I hear the crack of the whip again. I feel the whip on my back. "More passion! Kiss, you worthless slaves." The whip drives me to kiss more passionately. I strain to lean forward as much as the chains will allow. Finally, either from the whip or the kisses, I move to kiss her and she moves to. .. anyways I was to baby sit her and my brothers k**s while they went to the movies before my brother left on a business trip... things went fine at the house and i put the k**s to bed. alls good but before they left Tiff and i were talking she said they would probably stay out as late as they could before my brother had to leave and asked if i would mind staying the night "i guess not" i said and she gave me a hug but a extra long hug I hugged back hoping of her intentions but nothing.... There're lotsa other women out there who'd do your job if they got the fucking chance."With that, he left them with a sniff. Buttercup stared at Tracey plaintively, her cheeks reddened with humiliation and shame, tears of frustration etched onto her cheeks.Eventually, after how many hours Tracey didn't know, there came a rest break. The conveyor belt stopped and the pieces of chicken stopped passing by. The girls sat down cross-legged on the hard concrete floor, while other women came by with. "The pain is returning?"I gingerly rubbed my hips and nodded. She reached into her bag and hitme with another dose of painkiller. "Thank you, Doctor." She then turnedand walked back to her chair, by my bed. "I find this a fascinating experience. Not every race goes through atransformation this drastic. I would like to take notes, with yourpermission." Go ahead Doctor. This may help others at a later date."I was starting to feel rather sleepy. I tried to suppress a yawn, butfailed. The Doctor.