Still bouncing up and down, she began to squeeze her milk into his face. “Drink Mommy’s milk honey, that’s it, drink Mommy’s milk will she fuc...s you like the naughty little boy you are. I’ll teach you to sniff Mommy’s panties you naughty little pervert”She began to fuck him harder and Jason could feel his balls tightening, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer.“Fuck me Jason, I want you to come in Mommy, I want you to shoot your cum in Mommy’s pussy” she moaned, as. But as she watched Keri’s growing despondency as the weeks progressed approaching their move, in what should have been a busy but joyful time, she also surprisingly was coming to the realization that she herself was becoming depressed as well. This was not only because of Keri’s despair, or that it would have been extremely useful to have the slave around to do the lion’s share of the packing and all of the other myriad number of moving tasks. It was more that she noticed a change in herself. . a 50-year old woman, mouse-brown hair, streaked with gray. Life lines, deep life lines around my eyes. Deeper lines parenthesized my mouth. My faint laugh lines, once flattering, were now age-markers.Which went well with a missing upper canine and two half-chipped front teeth.My tan still looked healthy, but that would fade over the course of my travels. My braless boobs hung down almost against my tummy. Well, the fake dugs did. My right boob hung a little lower. At Mr. K’s insistence.An. She knew all too well what would happen to her. More beatings. Something she didn't want, she nodded and hurried off to the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the kitchen. The next thing she did was open a drawer and pull out a baggy of powder. Sleeping pills that she had crushed up. Opening the beers, she carefully watched which one she poured the powder in. That was when her father yelled for her. Letting her know that her time was almost up. "Coming! I just wanted to open the beers for.