I was on the brink of cumming. I reached down and undid moms nipple clamps. I clamped one on my erect nipple. It hurt so bad but I didn't want it to s...op. I was cumming. At this point I didn't care about moms face or how badly the nipple clamp hurt.I just shouted out I'm fucking cumming, I'm cumming mom stick your tongue in my pink fuck hole.Man did and I cane. It was so intense I slumped forward grabbing my moms big tits.Nicole was still eating mom out. Mom was panting, I could feel her. I felt an odd tingling sensation all over my body. I closed my eyes andfelt my body shrink somehow, and the clothes I was wearing shrank with it.When I opened my eyes, in the mirror I saw a little girl of 7 or 8, herblack hair braided, dressed in a smaller version of the dres I'd beenwearing, showing her latte-colored legs."What..." I said in my high-pitched, little girl's voice.I lifted up the dress, and pulled down my panties. There was slit on myhairless crotch, and no dangling bits. I. I wasn't hurting anyone, it was perfectly normal and it was none of her business. I decided to get my own back, and get an eyeful at the same time..I oiled the hinges to the bathroom and packed the bolt receiver so that when you thought that you had slammed the bolt home it was only held by the merest thread and a forceful push from the outside would open it. Knowing her routine, I made sure that I was out when she was having her weekly self pamper bath as opposed to her usual daily shower. I. I sighed as they argued about which of the leather and rubber dresses would be appropriate.The basics weren't the problem. My figure-shaping corset, attached to silk thigh-high stockings were fine, they agreed. So were my ankle boots, wig and rubber brassiere. Neither Suzy nor Rachel had anything against my accessories, which consisted of silver hoop earrings, a slave collar and a white gold ankle bracelet that identified me as Suzy's property - which I wore proudly.The big question concerned.