“How can I possibly protect you from that?”How could anyone possibly protect me from that?How could I possibly protect me from that?But maybe my d...sire to protect myself would be stronger than my brain’s desire to shut down. Maybe it would let me scream, fight back, get away. I hope so. I don’t know, so that’s all I can do – hope.The tears were running down his cheeks in an almost continuous stream.“I lie awake trying to think how I can protect you from that. But it turns out the thing I most. She smiles, holding it in her hand. “Look about the size of Darren’s cock?” I ask. “Yeah” she says, “I’d say it’s pretty close” eyeing it hungrily. “You want to fuck it or me?” I ask, knowing the answer. She smiles at me wickedly. “If we’re going to do this, it’s Darren’s cock, you have to be imagining Darren when you fuck it” She nods excitedly, still staring at it. I move it down, but I’m still inside of her. “Who do you want to fuck?” I ask, fucking her slowly with my cock. “Darren” she. I don't know what had come over me, but I quickly started taking my white blouse off, then my white skirt. I was so wet. I wanted Raj so badly. I just wanted to do naughty things with him.I took my little bra off and revealed by little erect light brown nipples to my mother and Raj. Now all I had were my white cotton soaked panties, white stockings and my high heels. "We need to see your pussy too honey," my mother said. Pussy, it sounded so vulgar. My mother and I always referred to a woman's. This last year has not beeneasy on you what with all the cruel little torments and devious tortures we soenjoy putting your body and your little mind through. This year, I fear, it isgoing to get much, much worse for you. Anyway slave-boy, forstarters I have noticed a decided drop in your performance around thisproperty.You are our slave and yet Isee things still not done, jobs not finished on time and some tasks that youthink you finish, not completed satisfactorily or up to my standards.I.