I looked at her and she looked at me. I was challenging her and she sort of accepted the challenge by looking confident. The bell rang and the second ...ound was begun. The real fight starts now.A few seconds of the move, I quickly jumped forward and punched her. Yes, I connected and I got my first point, 1- 0. I tried the same second time, but she ducked this time and punched me back in my stomach. It hurt and before I could get in control she punched me once more in my jaw. I was pushed back. " "Morning mom." My son says back to me, still in a grog. I stare at him thinking about everything that's happened over the past three week. One day he's just my son, and the next I'm taking his cock up my pussy like he's my boyfriend. Now I'm waking up next to him the night after we confessed our love for each other. His arm is still around me hugging me close. It makes me feel loved and protected. His body is also really warm. I start to rub my hand on his firm chest when he pulls me up close. She looked at herself in the mirror; she was a beautiful 18-year-oldgirl, with a body that looked as if it had been sculpted by a skilledartist - which in a way it had. No trace was left of the 14-year-old boyshe'd been when she was abducted by the slavers engaged in the sex andporn trade.Her ears were perfectly rounded now; there was no sign of the pointedtips they'd given her; or of the whiskers that had been implanted in herupper lip. Further down, she had the small, firm breasts. That would be downright cruel to her. Not an option!After mulling his thoughts, he said, "I agree with you, Slave, about the two of us being anally compatible. We do have some special chemistry there. And I fully intend to train your ass to crave your master's touch." Master... !" She breathlessly whispered, already shivering with anticipation. She stared intently at his flaccid penis, trying to bring it back to full hardness simply through willpower and desire. She kept on licking.He.