"I don't knowwhy or how it happens, but I always remember things perfectly aftera reality flux. For some reason, they never seem to affect me.Regardl...ss of whatever happens to anyone else, I always remain me -Jack Dawson." And you said you also remember your two children?" Yup," replied the man, "I remember them perfectly too." Then I guess you couldn't possibly be my wife after all," said John."If you were my wife, then obviously you'd remember being her. Buthow fortunate it must be for you. I was officially his bitch. The next morning I woke up to him nosing at my thighs trying to get them apart. I willingly opened my legs and he immediately lapping at my cunt. I was wet instantly. I was close to cumming and stopped him. What was I doing?! Letting a dog eat and fuck me like some kind of depraved sicko! I couldn't let him continue even if I wanted him to. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to clean up from the night before. He followed me into the bathroom and sat. If you fight us, we will visit Rebecca and take herinstead." Sally moaned in pain as her nipples were pinched and pulled. The otherhands had reached her spread pussy and two hands pulled her pussy lips apart,spreading her pink insides open. Another hand pulled her clit hood back,exposing her clit to their abuse. A finger grabbed her clit, forcing it tobecome hard like a pebble as it was manipulated and pinched. "Your pussy isgetting wet, Sally. You're nothing but a slut. We are going to. His hands gripped my butt and pulled my cheeks and pussy open further. He pressed us tighter together. His hips pushed forward and I rubbed on him all the harder.He slid me down until I was sitting on the edge of my bed. He was standing between my legs, right in front of me. The big lump in his pants was staring right at me. It had a streak of moisture on it. I knew my wet pussy made that while I was humping on him.“Take it out, Sweet Pea. It’s time for you to see what you’ve been.