"Tracey looked down at the bulge sticking out of her nightie. "What should I do?"Her step- mum took a breath in and took off her top to her huge breas...s bursting out from her bra.She felt hornier and gulped nervously. Her dick throbbed excitedly. Tracey wanted to rub her cock in between her step-mother's luscious breasts and cum. Tracey surprised herself. She was thinking like a guy would. She liked. Tracey lifted up nightie and wrapped her right hand around the shaft of her hard pulsating cock. I stared at Amelia and it was clear that I gave her what she needed to start her day. She thanked me for a great night and starting her day off right. We kissed one last time, and I left her place. I could not wait to have sex with Bracha. I walked to my door and it was ajar. The noises coming out the apartment was crazy. I closed the door quietly, and headed to the bedroom. The noises were getting louder and louder. These were not regular noises, but fuck noises. Bracha was moaning and. It wasn't a story, it was purely survival, and we would survive. However, before we moved forward, the far door opened and two people called out."This is the FBI. Put your hands where we can see them." Do as they say," I told the others and we raised our hands. Better to be arrested and released than fight a pointless struggle.Just as quickly, the four doors opened and four women stepped forth. This time however, it wasn't needles with sleeping solutions, they carried. It was handguns. The two. In my dreams, she occupied my bed. In my mind, she molded my sexuality; my fetishes. Even now I would venture to say she is dominant. On one side she keeps Caleb at bay, dominating him with a whip, leashing him next to her like the rabid dog that he is. On her other side, she is curled up behind Victor, corrupting him, yet consoling him in his weakness.So which is it? Who am I? I am all three. I am Victor, the innocent Christian boy who knows no wrong. I am Caleb, rabid dog full of.