I like to splash the water. Mommy puts myjammies on. I don't like it. I don't want to go night-night. I say, "No!No!"Mommy opens Mommy's shirt and bra...and I see milky boobs. I like milkyboobs. Mommy picks me up and I get a nipple. I suckle and it feels best ofall. I snuggle with Mommy. Mommy loves me. I'm happy.***DOWNSIDEI wake up. It's dark and I'm in my crib. I'm all alone. I don't like it. Icry. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. I cry lots and lots. Mommy comes andpicks me up. Mommy lets me. It was just big enough for me, my head hung off one end, and it barely went to my bottom. They pulled my hands down and I felt them cuff them to the sides of the table. I watched as Mr. Jones walked up with a pair of scissors. He slipped them under my shorts and started cutting them, working right up my side and starting on my shirt. Then he moved to the other side and did the same thing. In a matter of moments, I was naked on the table.I watched, the fear returning as they began to undress.. I knelt before her and while she held her skirt up I sucked and slurped on the fake cock she was wearing. Guess what’s next I asked, she didn’t answer. I set-up a camera in the corner of the room and then knelt on the floor. Now lift my skirt and fuck my arse you bitch. With reservation she knelt behind me, lifted my skirt, lowered my tights and began fucking my arse. She wasn’t gentle and was thrusting quite violently, now reach in front and wank me off she did, quite expertly half a dozen. The searing heat for the mere split seconds yet feeling as if he body was being burned at the stake, then the oncoming blackness and slight noise of the chopper blades as the broke through the air. Then feeling as if he was climbing out of the mud back at buds wondering what 3rd world shit hole he was climbing onto and preparing to penetrate now. Then again feeling his eyes tinge red as if in anger but something oh so much worse ooohhhh mmyyyy fucccckkkkking god he almost blacked out again as.