“I want to hear you say it. Say that you'll be my good little girl, Slut.”Again she clenched at her new title, a fresh trickle of wetness arcing d...wn her thighs.“I...” she blinked, steadied her breath and whimpered before continuing, slowly.. “I... I'm your good little girl, Sir.”“Excellent, Slut. Good girl.”A pulse in her sex greeted these new titles fondly. She watched, helpless, as he resumed his unbuttoning of her blouse. One last flick laid the fabric aside and two strong hands casually. The last chance. End of the line. He ignores the thoughts, throws back his head and swallows the black contents.Malcolm swallows hard and sits forward. Nothing happens. Does he expect something to right away? Hell yes he does. Why wouldn’t it? This is a body altering chemical, one that targets the very core of his being. Or maybe he wants it to work quickly because of all that is at risk. Maybe it will be a slow changing process.Or maybe not.Malcolm feels a weird bubbling coming from the lower. . She couldn’t help from noticing them.“Richard, this is my sister Carol, her daughter Candy and of course this is my son, Charlie. I want all of you to meet Richard Grayson. We just closed the deal on their new home this week. He and Sydnee are moving here from Colorado and we invited them to come with us.“Julie, Mandy and I had already decided to come up early and surprise you, I hope we can all find places to sleep,” Mom said.Aunt Carol hugged Richard to her naked breasts and told him.. Woh muje wapas se ussi room mein le gayi. Wahan maine dekha ki ek deewar mein ek hole hai kch 3 feet ki height pe. Usne muje kaha ki aap yahan wait karo. Yeh bolke woh chali gayi. Mein room mein akeli thi. 2 min baad jis deewar pe woh hole tha uski doosri taraf se kch awaaz aayi. Mein kch samaj nh paa rahi thi. Woh reception wali ladki wapas aayi aur muje ek oil ki choti bottle dene lagi. Jaise hi usne muje oil ki bottle pakdai uss chote se hole mein se ek mast bada mota lamda aur tana hua lund.