All traces of hair had been removed from her legs, armpits, sex and ass with hot wax to achieve what the baronette called ‘the Turkish style’. She...had reclined on a bed while water was dripped into her ass from an enamel can with a tap. Her skin had been scraped, massaged and oiled. Her hair washed cut and styled. She had completed this routine at least a dozen times and it had become a comforting ritual before what might be a painful ordeal. However this time was different as every step in. She knew he’d noticed, but actually hearing him say it brought a crooked smile to Kim’s lips. “I’d like to mow her lawn for her,” one of his friends said. Chase laughed. “Hell yeah. I swear sometimes that she’s coming on to me. Tits hanging out. Bending over all the time.” “So whip it out.” “Yeah, right. Just what I need is her freaking out and telling Mom. If she’s pissed at me, I’m shit out of luck when I call home from college begging for money. Can’t risk making a move, even if she is. It was July, I remember, a hot afternoon and, being a bit of a show-off, he veered off the path, up somebody’s drive and cycled across their manicured lawn, shouting me to follow. Knowing this was a stupid thing to do, but, not wanting to be seen as a wet lettuce, I followed. We both ended up crashing into some bushes and sprawled out on a freshly planted flower bed. The lady came running out of the house, shouting abuse at us. We quickly got back on our bikes and raced off, but, not before he. The tendrils started to pump in and out, fucking both holes harder and harder. making me go through orgasm after orgasm. it felt like bliss. a third tendril came up to my mouth, and started fucking my mouth hard. then, all the goo immediately got off of me, and i felt empty. but i just stayed still.A form started to appear from the goo. it looked humanoid. female. it then started to take on a definite woman form, but her skin was pink. "you are my slave now" it said. "yes, mistress. what do you.