That would have been a walk in the park compared to what I was made to do over that year. Sure there were one or two people that were happy to just fu...k the uber-breasted bimbo over and over again for a week, but most wanted much more than that." Like what?" Over the course of that year I was made to become all sorts of things. One week I was straight, the next a lesbian, the next bi. I had threesome, foursomes, orgies, gangbangs and some forms of group sex that I still don't know the words. Lawrence provided me with everything I could possibly want, including these wonderful clothes. He is an amazing man. He told me a little of his history, which explains his taste in clothes and his ability to choose items which fit me perfectly. He also told me of his relationship with you and your husband. He has the utmost respect for the two of you.”“As we do for him. Lawrence and his wife, Suzette, make this house run smoothly and efficiently. My husband and I both love them deeply. . ‘Harder! John, Harder!’ her mother’s passion was heightening. Sandy began to use her thumb on her little button. It was like an electric charge hitting her body. Her bum was off the bed, her fingers working her pussy until she felt something. Something she’d never felt before. A sensation slowly building in her brain, generated from her pussy. Her hand worked hard, she buried her face into the pillow and she had her first orgasm. When she recovered she realised all was quiet in the next. She slid to her own seat and buckled up and I made my way out of the parking lot and on the road. When I got on the road I looked over at her and she had slid her bloomers and panties down and was slowly fingering her tight little pussy while watching me drive. I want you Daddy, I wanna feel you inside of me. Oh, you naughty little slut. Fine, get over here but stay low so no one sees you. She quickly yanked her seatbelt off and dove into my lap and immediately had my pants undone and my cock.