I was actually sorry to see her sit. Just watching her get into the tub had hardened me considerably.We did the usual small talk thing. Her name was S...ra. She was visiting a brother in Bailey. She was just as amazed as I was at how cold it gets in a hotel with no air conditioning.I could see she was warming up. Not just from the tub but to the conversation.When I told her my name was Don she looked at me quizzically and asked if she knew me from somewhere. As much as I would have liked to say. Naked, tied open and still drooling a little sperm she obviously had no defense to this. She again began babbling almost incoherently saying mommies such a slut. As Chris embedded his cock in his mothers sloppy wet hole Karen tried to make the situation seem less difficult by saying. Chris your mommies not a total slut, she’s just been really a slut today. Jan bawled loudly saying god no, I’m just a total slut. Not sure how to handle this Karen went forward, well Chris, maybe this means that. 9 BPM Respiration: 39.3The Machine is scrutinizing the pre-ejaculate oozing from the tip of me, rolling down one side of my shaft or the other. My nipples are hard, pointing upward as straight as is possible. My areolae are even starting to puff up. The tendrils wrapped around each breast squeeze, while two others – narrow as prehensile threads – descend slowly, teasingly to place small clips upon them. They are masquerading as tightly clamped, but I can tell that they are not trying too. This included around my scrotum and anal area. Felicity would also take me to a fitness and tanning centre where we would do an aerobics class and use the sun beds. We would have cappuccino afterwards with a few of her other friends, and giggle and talk about men! The other women had no awareness that I was in fact male, and would joke that I needed to find a rich husband! I was becoming more glamorous and dressing more like Felicity. We were mistaken as sisters often. I had developed a.