‘Mind you’, Brooke had mused salaciously, ‘can you imagine how hot it would be if we could get her into bed with both of us? Coffee-and-cream t...me, yum-yum! – and I’d be creaming!’ Then, with a giggle, she had groped Lauren’s peachy firm breasts through her thin T-shirt, squealing in a high-pitched voice: ‘oooh, Principal McIver, I love your tits! let me suck them, ooh please, Ms McIver, they’re so huge, let me suck them!’ This imaginary scenario had got Lauren really turned on, and she had. “She has to experience that without a fucking wrapper.““But she's not on anything. We're trying to have a baby. It's her fertile period.“Gretchen smiled wickedly at me. “He can take her her ass. It's unforgettable up there.“My wife looked slightly worried at the prospect of having that massive cock up her seldom used ass. But I got a rush from consenting. Gretchen said something in german, and Franz started licking my wife's ass. Clearly she loved it. She moaned loudly. If Gretchen hadn't been. When Alison, Claudette, Erin and I were brought to Comrie, we were very suspicious. At the same time, we were relieved to be safe and alive. Our suspicions were aroused, in large part, because of our experiences before we arrived. Because Comrie is so isolated, there was a part of us that felt we were, effectively, still slaves, with new masters. However, shortly after arriving at Comrie, we saw several events that quickly convinced us that Sarah's and Amy's Clans were leaving our destiny to us. You take me to the other bedroom where you have set up a changing station on the bed, and my “evening clothes” folded on the dresser.You lay me on my pad and take your time removing my diaper and wiping all traces of oil and powder off me. Then it is to my shower where you wash me all over, even my hair. Oh, you do know how to clean me well.Now was the hard part, and I did so want to stamp my foot and say “No, no, I don’t want to go to work.” But I knew I have to now become a big girl, Liz, for.