I keep tabs on their development as best as I can, but it's hard keeping up with them sometimes. They both know their mom has a strong sex drive and ...njoys watching porn videos late at night, supposedly after they are already asleep. I guess sometimes I have the volume a little too loud, and they hear the moans and grunts of the porn actors through their wall. Not to mention my own verbal contributions. I travel a lot for my job and between that and raising my two girls; I don't have much. She reached for the door handle."Wait!" My voice cracked.She leaned back and looked at me expectantly."I need to tell you something."She sat there, waiting.I am not an orator. I don't write speeches, and I sure as hell never practiced delivering one. If there's a speech fairy out there somewhere, she's a mean and spiteful bitch. She has this spear and when she jabs you, you just start talking. I admit I didn't have a plan, other than to get it all out, so Chris could go "Ewwwwww" and run. Without speaking a word, Mom got up off of the couch. She stood before me with her blouse open and her tits quivering in their freedom with each deep, ragged breath she took. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Only the moon shining through her window gave us light as she closed the door behind us to seal us in there together. As we stood before her bed, Mom kissed me like a lover while she opened my shirt. Her fingers ran through the hair on my chest. She slid her hands around to my. The picture dissolved again to Angie Dennison. "Abduction, kidnapping, white slavery. Whatever you call it, these girls will have a whole new life." The picture returned to the auction room.The girls were back on their stools, dressed quite differently, still wearing their collars and tags but now all gagged. The voice spoke again. "Girls, now you have the opportunity to demonstrate your skills for your potential new owners. Number 323, please."A woman wearing a smart business suit, hat and.