“My, my,” she continues, “you are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”“Satisfaction guaranteed and I ain’t received any complaints in that ...epartment yet,” I answer, becoming a little more confident with my female voice. Which for some reason I notice has a Southern accent to it. Oh well, I think to myself, go with what works, I guess.“Alright, that’s enough. Come take a seat, Ms. Parton, and we’ll get you going on the makeover.”“Ms. Parton?” I ask my wife, puzzled.“Oh, I’m sorry. You prefer. They’d tweaked his nipples. They examined his mouth, pulled out his tongue, felt his balls. They made him kneel down under the shower head with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes closed, and his face turned up to the spray.And the whole time they spoke to each other as if evaluating him, as if they were testing him. The warm water suddenly felt about ten degrees warmer and, though Andy didn’t dare open his eyes since he’d been told to keep them closed, he couldn’t help thinking that. ”“What about dad??”“Fuck your father; he’s in Germany right now getting fucked by some Nazi whore. I’m so horny… when I saw you in your room today I knew that I had to have you, and then while you were playing basketball I rubbed my pussy to your abs.”“Mom stop it!” By now my cock was rock hard and my mom’s tits felt amazing against my back, she took a hand off my cock and took one of my hands and guided it towards her pussy.“You know you want this son… if you didn’t you could’ve gotten out of. On the floor was a clothes basket. Manny undressed and placed everything in the basket: shoes, socks, underwear, jeans, t-shirt, a black plastic block and a non-citizen ID bracelet. When naked, Manny stood in the middle of the room until another door opened. This led into a bathroom and Manny stepped into the shower stall. Tepid water rid Manny of the sweat he had worked up in his morning walk. After toweling off, Manny was told by the voice to open a blue door and go into the room. There,.