“Ok,” she said, “Where were we?” Before she could sit down, a crying came from upstairs.“Ah, the baby has woken,” she said as a statement,...walking up the stairs. “I’ll go”.Alex went back to the window and pulled back the net curtain, wondering if maybe they could somehow alert the authorities without being discovered. There was hardly any doubt that he was on benefits. Scrounging from the state because he knew he could get away with it. He put his hand out, the government gave him free money,. ” I nodded yes. She untied me and brought me to her house. She went to change, and came back wearing the biggest horse cock strapon I had ever seen. “If you are going to be a good faggot you need to learn to get fucked!” She spent the rest of the day tying me up and stretching my ass until she eventually shoved her whole cock balls deep in my slut hole.It was a sensation like no other, getting fucked hard by my dream girl. I came countless times, all handsfree, all force fed into my faggot. Already she had scraped of the layer of fat under the epidermis with the sharp edge of a piece of flint stone. Later, over a period of days she would treat the skin with fats and oils that would be rubbed in, making it supply pliable and perfect for clothing. This skin was going to be the new child's swaddling cloth first, and then be reused to clothe the infant.At last, the most part of the meat was either stored in a natural depression that always had ice in it, a left over from the last ice. My step mum came downstairs wearing beige opaque tights (my favourite type). She never normally wore tights though so it turned me on even more. I had my phone on me and took a few sneaky pics of her feet, I then felt daring and did a few upskirt photos aswell. I went into the living room and she came in too. Then proceeded to ask for a foot massage. I agreed as usual but kept the tights on, I massaged with one hand and in the other I had my phone, recording her feet being rubbed. I pretended.