I thought they're just props. I thought you're just a kinky little slut."She purred, "Hey, don't rub my wings, " gasped, "and no playing with my tail,...either"."Is this your true form? I always knew there was something weird about you."She slapped his hands away, "You still haven't answered my questions"."Hey, I love your horns. It swirls around above your ears like a pair of ram's horns. Makes you look cute as hell". He proceeded to test if those were real as well.She slapped his hand away as. She lay there, tired and her stomach hurting. Her stomach hurt very badly but not the kind of pain that she experienced with the enemas. It was more like that from eating improperly prepared food or when she had gone hungry for several days.A maid came in and brought a meal to Jennifer which she was told to eat. Several hours later another tray of food was brought in and she was told to eat it. The next morning a large breakfast was provided. After clearing her plate Jennifer set the tray down. My Grandpa noticed that something was wrong."Delilah honey, are you ok?" He looked at me with concern. I assured him I was fine. My Aunt and Uncle were staring at me. I started to speak and excuse myself from the table, but the little vibrator hummed mercilessly against my clit and my legs gave out before I could even get up. I felt another orgasm building and I couldn't help but grind a little on the seat. I was becoming desperate. I was going to shame myself in front of my whole family and. Tracy laughed again. Kellie put her at such ease, her nervousness again drained away. “I’m a lesbian,” Tracy finally said, confidently this time.“Are you sure?” Kellie challenged.“Absolutely,” Tracy countered.“What are you again?” Kellie prodded.“I’m a lesbian,” Tracy repeated.Kellie kissed her and held her tightly. “I’m proud of you,” she said. “It feels good to say it out loud, doesn’t it?”“Yes, it does,” Tracy admitted. “I’m a lesbian,” she said once more, just for fun.Kellie giggled. “Well,.