I had the distinct impression that the guy looking back at me was somebody else.Sure, I knew my real name well enough, even though I couldn’t use it...anywhere without putting my ass in big-time jeopardy.I was currently using a made-up FBI name that I didn’t like at all.It made me sound like a mark or a wuss and probably a little bit of both. Still, it was legit and that that the bottom-line as far as the FBI was concerned. My original name was a big deal in certain East Coast locales and my mob. When you came here, and Isaw how beautiful you look, well, those fantasies came flooding back in mymind. Those pictures you saw were just a result of that fantasy. I guessmost people think that incest is wrong, but I really don't understand why."Mom was listening intently to me. She was a little shocked, a littleflattered and a little turned on. "Sweetheart," she answered me, "Now I'm going to be totally honest withyou." She looked me straight in the eyes as she spoke. "I've always. After mydiaper was stripped off Mistress Carol used a wet washcloth to clean methen slid a small vibrating egg into my asshole and then powdered andoiled me then taped a disposable diaper on me and had me step into a pairof pink satin panties that were lined with plastic.At this point Ann pulled some white thigh length stockings up my legs andthen placed a pair if white leather sandals on me then they sat me back upand removed my black bra and with Carol commenting on how nice my falseboobs. Looking at the world from this viewpoint is so different and satisfying.Donald, concerned runs around the tree to stand in front of her hanging torso. She laughs with glee seeing him this way.“Donald, come here,” Emma beckons him.He steps close to her hanging and is very surprised when she unzips his pants and pushes them and his underwear down.She is hanging at the perfect level. She lifts Donald’s shaft up to her lips and takes his glans into her mouth to enjoy. Donald is astonished at.