.." I mean it, stop beating around the bush, I know you want a baby! Why methough? You know I'm not a dumb baby! I'm a great surgeon!" I always wanted...a little girl of my own... but my career got in the way.When I went to PR for a little, they surprised me by showing me youinstead of a girl. Something about you though... I knew I had to have youas my little girl." But why a baby? Why can't I be a potty-trained preschooler? You said ityourself that some can live like that!"She shook her head.. But soon, he held her arms from the back as he paused fucking.With Sandesh’s cock still inside Jasleen, Sandesh turned upward, making her front face the bed. Now Jasleen’s boobs were pressed against the bed. Sandesh pressed his weight against her arms and started fucking her.“Oooooooh,” Jasleen let out a painful moan. Then she turned her face to her right and looked at Sandesh who was fucking her madly. Minutes later, Sandesh paused fucking and laid on top of Jasleen. He then put his fingers. He was a student of mind control, and was confident that within a short time, perhaps as little as two weeks, Amy would accept her slavery and not attempt to escape. While Zeek was not a visceral sadist, he realized that some physical punishments would need to be inflicted. Her basic regimen would consist of sleep and food deprivation, various forms of humiliation, and of course forced sex.Upon arrival she was promptly lured to the basement, where it happened without warning. A taser fired by. Only I was wishing that it were him doing it to me and me doing it to him.By the time I turned twelve I was growing hair on my pussy and under my arms. Mom taught me how to shave my legs and underarms. She taught me how to douche too to keep myself clean down there. She was starting to treat me like a woman. Mom started letting me go with her to pick out my clothes. She would go into the changing rooms with me when I tried on bras and panties or skirts and blouses. I started doing the same with.