‘Where I want to go?’ Hazel questioned. She sat upright, back straightening as she uncrossed her legs. The way my aunt asked the question, quietly...and with that smoky timbre in her voice, gave me the impression she felt something too. I studied Hazel’s expression while she sat there, apparently considering what I’d said. The look she wore had me thinking that, at that moment, she was no longer with me. In fact, the dreamlike quality, the distant look in her eyes, told me that my aunt was lost. Both had full lips and pale green eyes. Just extraordinary beauties, both of them! A couple of days later after a visit to a special store, Alicia and Sami were dressed alike. Each had violet thigh-high stockings held up by black belts around their slim waists. Gloves of the same material and color covered their hands all the way up to their upper arms.They both had long pig-tails tied with ribbons of the same color. Both had their faces made-up perfectly. Their lips were red and their. "I think she needs education! Yes, that's it. More training for this one!" No!" wailed Lauren, sickness lurking in the pit of her stomach. "No, please leave me alone" On your knees, disobedient bitch!" he shouted. Maria grabbed Lauren's hips and pulled her up, squatting obscenely next to her. She laid Lauren's head on the small armchair, her bottom facing the little congregation. Lauren missed the silent order, the nod from the General, as he directed the next event. The ropes around her wrists. She could feel her tight fuckhole expanding more than ever before. Her ass stretched until she almost thought it would tear. She fought to relax her asshole to let it open, and then his big cock knob popped past the restraining muscle. Uncontrollably, her asshole clamped shut behind the man’s cockhead, holding it tightly and comfortably, inside. Mr. Moore moaned as Sylvia put the squeeze on him.“Fuck, that’s tight. Uuuuuhhhh,” he sighed.Sylvia’s muscles were taut with the strain. Waves of pain.