I thought of her; wondered if she were all right, something ... I don't know what, made me think of her, think that ... I'm sorry, Baby. Please don't ...et..."Kathy kissed him, then pulled back a little. "I'm not. I felt something too. That's why I asked. Somehow I, ah, thought of her myself and well, I sort of felt that she's in trouble. And somehow I ... knew that you did too. I don't know how, but maybe I can somehow feel some of the things you do, because, well, I know I wasn't guessing that. That was about ten more words than she usually said in the entire walk from school to her house before she was on restriction and in the submissive mindset.“You were a good girl today, but you have to call your mom her Mistress Betty,” I reminded her calmly. I knew it would be odd for me to call my mom anything other than mom but these were the rules I was supposed to enforce. Hayden was telling me of rules I had never heard of so I reminded her of the ones she had forgotten.I used the same. Her body was ‘acquired’ by the government and reanimated. I thought she was cool. A little deader than the women I’m used to, but basically okay. The guards would hassle her and ask her to strip naked, just because they’re a bunch of fascists. All the human guards, both male and female, were a bunch of cruel sadists. One of them, a short, blonde-haired white chick named Lauren took a particular interest in Marianna. They would get their freak on lesbo style in the cell and I’d try really hard. When ever I would stretch or reach above myhead the lower part of my boobs an sometimes my nipples wouldbe in full view. There were times when I would see older brother and even dad looking at me when I would stretch. Isome times faked a yawning stretch to give them a show.My puffy nipples at the time were nearly always hard. I didsee Dad with a hard on a few times after giving him a "free"show of my growing boobs. Oh, sorry back to my twin timthat was sleeping so soundly. I could not resist.