You both , entering the store...u get nervous. U know that she is serious. This time. And yall go over to he c***dren section. Her ass is visible. Yo... notice men. Begain looking. At her tight juicy ass. She tells u walk away. She sees someone. U walk away. She approaches. Him.a black mixed guy. He looked mixed. He had long hair. And wore. Jeans. And a leather coat. He said hello. My wife said. I'm here with my husband and he is over there. Watching me talk to o you. I told him. Stay tuned. But part of me didn’t want to cause a stir. The other part of me simply hungered for her. “Time for me to feed you,” she whispered. Even as I felt like shit, I opened my mouth. She inserted my dick inside her waiting, tentacled vagina. Still floating, she began to curl her hips on me without making the bed move. Finally, what I had desperately longed for since Bree arrived, OctoPussy quietly fed me. As I slurped on her smooth tit, she pushed me deeper into her. I rolled my eyes at the heavenly. Soon, she would experience perfect pleasure. The orgasm would never stop, then. But for now, she was still chained to the past and the future. She still remembered a time of less perfect slavery, still anticipated a time of more perfect slavery. She hated the past. The past her was not enough of a slave to the Controller, back then, she even had limits. She no longer remembered what they were, but even the knowledge that they had once existed made her ashamed. No wonder the Controller had. Kathy began putting their plan into motion by walking to her mother's bedroom door and rapping softly. Paula, in nightgown and robe, came to the door and opened it."Baby..." she murmured when she saw the worried expression on her daughter's face. She took the girl in her arms. "Do you want to talk?" she asked as she stroked Kathy's hair."No, Mama, that won't help. But I'd like to have you do something for me." "Of course, dear. Anything." "Trade rooms with me tonight," Kathy begged. "I couldn't.