Oh shit, that's the guest line.I pushed the button to get the second line and answered "Hello" instead of Safe Two.A voice came back with, "This is Ch...ck, right?" Yes, Who, What, and Why?" This is Deputy Marshal from Orlando and no jokes please, I've heard them all, just call me Marshal Marshal. I called this number because I need your safe house and the line isn't ringing there. I'm on I-4 about forty-five minutes out and will need to get a couple of guests into your place. I heard you guys. "Just like her mother," I replied as my wife moved her lips to my neck, and her hands slid down over my stomach. Kristen was staring at the lump in my pants with wide eyes, her hands moving over it as she stared on. My wife began to nip and suck on my neck as her hands went to my pants and began to pull them down."Oh my God," uttered Kristen as her mother pulled my pants down and revealed my rock hard erection. The veins were in full bloom along the shaft, and it was terribly hard. Kristen. "You'd want to dress your son as a girl?" I asked slightly taken back by her confession."If he'd like it? Sure, why not? It would be like having the best of both worlds and imagine how whole he'd be when he grew to be your age. I mean look at you? In a way you've obviously been raised a little bit different, make that more open than most boys because, frankly, you're here doing this. I'd like my son to be like you and since I don't have a son it's kind of fun thinking of you that way," Carol. “Frankly, I’m pleased that you made your deal,” Jill continued. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a slavegirl. Even though you belong to Jane, I’ll enjoy playing with you.”“Oh, Mama,” moaned Faith again, “what will this do to our relationship?”Jill slid her palm up and down over Faith’s slick petals. Her daughter may be embarrassed at finding herself in this predicament but Jill could tell that she was also aroused by it. The juiciness of her sex contradicted all of the protests and.