...Love my mommyyyyyyyyy.....ohhhhhhh...." Good girl, you make Daddy very happy when you obey Me."I nodded to the nurse & we both helped to turn your ...egs once more so that they dangled off the side of the chair. It was obvious that you were losing all voluntary movement. The vacuum tubes continued to suck at your now swollen, puckered, distended pink nipples, providing you with continued pleasure. The nurse gingerly straddled you, placing her knees on the chair on either side of your smallish. One of them lifted my legs and I watched as hismember entered me, whatever doubt or illusions I had about my currentcondition were utterly destroyed by the combined sensation of my wetsnatch being entered and the view between the valley of my cleavage, asa man's cock slid inside me. the last man pulled my head back so hecould push his dick through my full lips and into my mouth. I staredforward at his upside-down balls bouncing against my nose as he fuckedmy face. It seemed like I didn't need. “What do you like to do, Rose? What things make you happy?” Adam asked, wanting to know more about this infatuating woman sitting beside him. Rose responded, her face going thoughtful, “I like hiking, skiing, and yoga. I practice belly-dancing to keep fit, and I enjoy reading. At least, those are the things out of the bedroom. You might find out about more, in time.” She grinned at him cheekily. “I enjoy dancing and driving for long trips, finding lost nooks that no one else knows about. And I. Your mother, my grandmother, was named Emmanuelle Marie-Louise Duchamp, in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I know that much. She married Reverend Andrew Hatch, converted to Protestant, Baptist Christianity instead of voodoo, but you returned to her faith, rejecting your father’s ... my grandfather’s.“I completely understand why, too. Voodoo, Santeria, these ways are the ways of our forefathers, from back before they were seized in Africa and sold into slavery. They are more authentic. They are more.