I didn't feel like arguing about who or what I was, so I quickly got used to being called Emily. Even Frances picked it up quickly.We both were signed...up for dance classes as, thanks to Mom, we were by now accomplished dancers. The school brochure had indicated that all dance students were to bring leotards, tights and dance (not ballet) slippers. To us this did not seem at all odd. When Frances and I went looking for the dance class, our final class for the day, we were directed by a teacher. It seemed I couldn’t go anywhere without some guy ogling or wolf call whistling, I couldn’t even go to the local bar to drown my sorrows without some drunken asshole drooling and pawing on or me wanted to buy me a drink, I do however have to admit that was a benefit at least until they thought that one or two drinks gave them the right to put their hands on me… Ha! It didn’t take much imagination to know what they really wanted! And that wasn’t ever going to happen! The worst part of all that. "Do you it! Just like when you whore yourself!" He said and then groaned as mom took him deep in her mouth.I watched fascinated by the sight of mom sucking cock with steady deep strokes. Then she took all of his cock as she deep throated him. Mom opened her brown eyes to look up at him. I could see just how aroused she was from the role play."You see how your mommy sucks. She loves to suck men off! Don't you?" Bret said as he looked into her eyes.Mom let his cock slide from her mouth but a. Along with the VRheadset, I bought a new pair of large, noise cancelling headphones. Idebated whether to create a suggestive audio file to go with thishypnotic slideshow, but I think I want 100% of his attention focused onthe images pumping through his headset.I make my way upstairs with my new training tools. In my bedroom, my sonhas tied himself face down to the milking bench, resting on his stomachhorizontally across the bench. Arms and legs secured to the sides ofbench. Ass up, with his.