Tell Momma that I’ll come by in a day or so and we’ll sit down and talk about the all the farms, and what all I’ve heard - and learned from othe...s. Love you, Granny. Hold the phone over to Momma...”“Josey, you make us so proud. Take care of it like it was yours, we know you’ll make the right decisions.”“I love you, Momma. See you soon....”Damn, I didn’t mean to make them cry.“Sheila, why do you have tears in your eyes?”“Because you make me so proud just to be sitting here, listening to you make. I choose to be a slave because I love my Master and he wants me to. I choose to be a slave because I am grateful for Master.I am free to act but I want to act like a slave. I want to because it feels comfortable and right. I want to be a slave because it brings me everything I could ever want.-Heather gasped, awestruck. What in the possible fuck was that?! She had felt some sort of jolt around her temples, then...Words, directly inside her mind, clearer than any thought she ever had. Like the. She slapped her buttock impatiently, and the blow caused oscillating ripples to spread across her cheek like a pebble fallen in a pond. My daughter. Demanding my body. Opening hers up for me, ordering me into action. My wife used to do that to. I love my daughter.I scampered onto the sofa, and her. My two front paws land next to her hands, the flop of my stomach fell onto her back. My back legs dangled between hers, resting on nothing, and my dog phallus was swaying gently nowhere. I wriggled. He pushed in hard. I felt unbelievably full. His dick made the plug feel even bigger in my ass and he fucked me at a demanding pace. I couldn’t push back. I took every packing thrust, my head stretched back and my mouth open in a continuous wail. His fingers pushed into my mouth. “Suck.” I did as he asked and was rewarded by him releasing my nipples from the clamps. They stung as he pinched them and roughly massaged my tits. “Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grunted as he pushed in and out.