It was one of my bulls, Craig, the guy I called as babette was gettingdressed. As we walked into the living room I could see the look of panicon babet...e's face. "Don't worry babette, this is one of my real menfriends, Craig, Master Craig to you dear, now show him how well you'velearned a proper curtsey greeting and go and get him a scotch and sodaand a glass of red wine for me." "Welcome Master Craig," babette said as she curtsied and backed out ofthe room as I taught her.I lit some candles,. .. and it is just to help me out.”Katie crawled her young and lithe body back onto the bed. I leaned back and let her wrap those teenage lips around my cock once more.The sun was shining through the window and the covers were thrown to the floor. Her eyes were pleading, begging. I put both of my hands on her skull and pressed down on her head forcing my incestuous cock into her invaded and tight throat even further. I thrust up into her face again and again. She moaned, pleased with the result. .I don't understand it if it's not a dream." Get up!" the voice repeated and with a sigh, she dug the heels of herhands into the mattress and pushed herself up with great difficulty.It had been hard enough to just sit up in bed with all this extra weighton her front but now she swayed like a drunk as her feet dropped to thefloor and her massive stomach worked its way up like a cresting wave.She felt her stomach shift, her boobs shift, her legs and hips adjust andher hair swish across the tops. Her anger for Kim had long passed. Sitting, Kim's story kept running through her head. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't believe what she was looking at. Her hair a total mess, makeup non existent. Running the water Rebecca settled in the tub for a long soak. Laying with her eyes closed Rebecca remembered the hours of of sexual torture she received. Her nipples and vaginal area hurt to the touch. Drying off, she looked in the mirror brushing her hair. Going into the kitchen, Rebecca devised a.