She opened her eyes. Sir wiped his finger clean at the edge of her blanket. ‘Time to do the dishes.’ He said chipper. ‘No.’ She said. ‘No... Sir, please, please, stay with me, touch me, fuck me, take me Sir. I want to be your little fuck toy Sir.’ ‘You want to be my little fuck toy?’ He said. He turned around. ‘That’s a new phrase. What do you mean by that? What do you imagine a little fuck toy does?’ He asked. ‘I just... it means... I want to be used by you, like a toy, like a fuck toy.. Her bum was slightly bigger than mine and her anal opening was larger and tasty. After every loving with her I spent time between her cheeks licking her brown pucker while rubbing her clitoris. She really came hard when I did that.I don’t know why but I started noticing a rapid change in my developing breasts. It could be the result of so much sex but I was up to a B cup. I noticed Dad looking at me with interest. I was developing into a duplicate of Mom. We had the same features but Mom had. How about that one?" He turned to point at another motionless girl. This one sat on the edge of the bed. Her head was tilted up and her lips slightly parted. Her spine was arched, and her left hand hung out in midair as if reaching for something. Patrick moved closer to her, and noticed that sticking out of the doll's back was a large metal key. The doll must have wound down in the middle of a kiss, and Jacob hadn't bothered to wind her up again."That's Katherine," Jacob said. "She's a '52. I always found myself disparate for a cigarette after meals,when I was stuck in traffic or on the telephone, and after sex ofcourse. But stress was the main trigger I simply couldn't ignore.Exhaling, I held the cigarette between two fingers topped with longred nails and I looked down over my huge heaving breasts to my middle-aged female body. Thinking back to my old athletic young male body Iwhispered the litany."I am Janice Harris. A 48 year old housewife with a loving husband."Back at the.