I quickly turned around, only to see her picking up my clothes. ?What areyou doing? What have you done to me???Simple. The clothes make the woman. And...you tried them on.??What do you mean???It's an old trick of ours to empower our clothes with our identity. Themore I wear them, the more they get charged with my energy. Over time, allI need to do is slip them on, to counter a glamor spell. But the clothestook you for me.??Aren't you going to change me back? I've learned my lesson, really!? Ihad. I cried out in surprise. The initial shock quickly faded, leaving place to pain. Waves of it washed over me, bringing tears to my eyes. But I could still see the boss, grunting as he forced himself deeper and deeper into me. It felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside. Pain tore at my insides as my virgin pussy was stretched past its limits. A distressed shriek formed in my throat, but I refused to let it out. I would not give him the satisfaction. My captor kept pushing until every. . I... I... HAVE to send... " Janice walked over to her son and tried to get him to agree with her request. She knew she could just tell him to bring it down. Order him as his mother, but then he wouldn't help her with the exercises any more. Either way she was going to lose her new man. If she didn't get online and send off her photos she would lose him. If she ordered John to let her use his computer, she wouldn't have anyone to help her exercise and would still lose her lover. She was on the. He grunts like he did when he was fucking my mother last night. I dark shroud of guilt is wrapping itself around my heart at the thought. This man is not just my dad. He's the love of my mother's life. Her man. I keep sucking, the sounds coming out of my father's mouth, the rumbling in his throat, the panting, the feel of his hands resting gently on my head, everything is too wonderful to let guilt stop me.I pay attention to his reaction, watching his face while I suck his cock, carefully.