“Where were you?” she asked Holly. “I was beginning to think you got a room with one of these baggage handlers.” She laughed. “no, I just go... a glass of water and some fresh air.” Holly lied. “You sure were right about this place, I haven’t felt this good in a long time. Now can we get going?”Holly was anxious to hurry home and shower the cum off her chest and clean up her throbbing pussy that was still dripping black cum.“oh, okay spoilsport.” Kathy chided. “I’m ready to go home and wear out. Samantha will have to get used to it but she’s young enough that if I tell her it’s normal she’ll believe it.You’ll do all the housework from now on, cooking, cleaning, full time butler.I want you to work the garden in the back and make it look like those magazine ones. You’ll be allowed to wear your highs school short when working outside, even though there're probably really tight and small now, we only have an old lady as neighbor anyway. Considering you’ll be a stripper soon it shouldn’t. She slumped in her seat, closing her eyes and letting her head droop down towards one shoulder. For a moment there was silence in the room. Michelle was about to jump up and surprise Hugh when he spoke again. “Open your eyes but do not come out of the trance,” he ordered. Michelle decided to play along with him a little longer and see what he had in mind. She could hardly believe that he actually thought this was working. Once her eyes were open Hugh squinted at her face, trying to determine if. .." His sweet, lilting voice trailed off. "Mother, there's something not right about this. My head's still me but this body, well it's fighting me or something. It want's a cock- to be fucked and...and I don't feel like being fucked." Confusion was in his eyes as well as in his feminine voice. "It can't make me? Can it?" His mother said nothing. "And this body," Stuart continued. "I've know a few in my day but Mother, nothing like this. These tits! They ain't natural. They stick out.