The poor girl is so unresponsive; we simply have to wake her up.??I have smelling salts.? Randy offered.?No, no. This needs a woman’s touch.? Gia...placed her right gloved hand in her mouth and bit down on the fabric. The glove glided of. She hung it over her shoulder and walked toward Bailie. The two assistances finished, bowed their heads and back away. Gia ran her nails over the perfectly toned stomach of Bailie Walters. Bailie stared at the ceiling expressionless. As the chief began. "Cynthia, responding to her 'boy' name, did as she was told. The two menentered her home, showing her an official looking document that theyclaimed was a search warrant."Are you gay, Mr. Wilson?" Cynthia shook her head and meekly replied "Nosir." We have evidence that says otherwise. Your browsing history tells usthat you frequently visit 'transformation' sites. You're not married anddon't have a girlfriend, yet you've made thousands of dollars inlingerie, makeup, dress, and shoe purchases.. She seemed to lay the condescending attitude on thicker than usual that night. "Could you boys set the table". "I've poured you boys some milk — 'cause you've had way too much soda". I noticed she was drinking wine.Half way through our spaghetti dinner, I noticed a change in my sister. Her eyes became glassy. Her words began to slur. She seemed tipsy. When I looked over to my buddy, I knew something was up because he had a huge grin on his face. He told me later that he had slipped her some. I had willingly given a blow job to two of my sons. And I had not tried to fight him off. I had stayed in the same position as I had for the dog. I had not appealed to my other two sons for help. And the most damning of all, I had made no attempt to get up or move away and whilst he was fornicating with me I had climaxed more than once and even told him to fuck me harder.“Oh, yes darling,” I yelled, “Do it. Harder. Harder. Make me cum. Please make me cum. Please, please. Please. Oh. Yes. Yes..