“No I mean why are you telling the principal that you’re going to make sure Guy comes to school every day? Are you enjoying watching him suffering...through your crap,” Abigail asks me and I’m a little surprised by her reaction to me trying to keep Guy in school. “I don’t enjoy it, I don’t think I ever did but maybe somewhere at the beginning I probably did and I won’t lie about that but now… here and now I just want him to be able to walk around school and not be afraid of my friends and me,” I. “Your little whore body came without permission, didn’t it?” He asked her. “Yes, Master.” She whimpered. “Your body is mine, but since you seem to like cumming so much, I guess you’ll get to cum over and over.” She looked up at him curiously, wondering what he had in store for her. This didn’t seem much like a punishment, but then again, he sometimes had a twisted sense of humor and found very creative ways to punish her for her missteps. He left her kneeling and walked over to his group of. Her breasts (the sperm on her nipples making them glisten) though small, had not yet given much to gravity. Her hips (just slightly thickened by age) complimented her hourglass figure. Her legs could have been the legs of a ballerina. Turning she lifted her generous and giving mouth for her son’s kiss. Feeling bold and liberated she said, “Watch your mom, honey.” Turning him sideways so they could see their profiles in the mirror she squatted, reached up and grasped his dick, and stroked it. I realized I was still naked. Then my chest caught my view and I was shocked by the view of two female breasts, each tipped by a prominent pinkish brown nipple, but covered in hair. It jolted me more awake. I pushed down the sheet and felt at my belly. My penis was gone, also my scrotum. In their place was mound, then a set of folds. I opened my legs, and in wonder felt the small, but immensely sensitive nub of a clitoris, and still further down, the delicate soft lips of a vagina. It was just.