There were twenty or so A3-sized photographs. Unlimited access to a colour laser printer is a great thing."There are actually only 3 of them," I said...."But the pictures go back over many years." I pointed out who was who."Gosh, she has changed a lot, hasn't she?" Katrine said. She was referring to my middle child."Did you never have a 'black period' soon after you discovered make-up?" I asked"God yes!" Katrine laughed. "I used it by the bucket." Well, there you are. Realising that 'less is. Rachael caught my attention again and mouthed, "Help me!"We both laughed so loud that Tom and Susan both looked up, bewildered,to see what was going on which only made us laugh harder.After they left for the day I started cleaning up. There wasn't much todo in the house all day except watch TV and the years spent in hospitalbeds had exhausted any interest in that. It also made me kind of aneatness freak.When I'd gained enough strength to walk to the kitchen for the firsttime I'd almost been. She moaned as I squirted the lube straight onto her quivering arsehole.With no further ado, Candii thrust the butt-plug with the tail up her vulnerable arse. Cyn groaned. With her tits clamped and a tail, she was now a pet girl."Finger your cunt you fucking slut!"Cyn's fingers could not reach her cunt quickly enough, grunting, she thrust two fingers into herself at Candii's command, and was soon moaning.“Please. May I cum, Miss?”“You are a whore; you exist to serve your betters. What the fuck. Something about it seemed to draw her eyes, sending them moving underneath her eyelids to follow the patterns as they danced and swirled before her. Her hazy, sleep-muddled mind tried to process the situation. How long had she slept? When did she…she tried to blink the exhaustion away, but opening her eyes even a tiny bit hurt, so she kept them closed. She realized she could hear soft tones in her ears, ascending and descending in time with the dizzying lights to complement the disorienting.