" OK honey. No need to run on. Cory has finally come out of the closet! I think I get the picture. PICTURE! Hold on. Let me get the camera. How...ARE you with this Cor.rine?"While I was answering, she was posing me and flashing away with her digital camera."It's really hard to describe how I feel Mrs. Grant. I'm scared to death and excited at the same time and then there is the money I could make. If the Gordon's don't kill me I guess it might be alright. Oh, I don't know..." Now honey. ..tell them.... that I still loved them." Okay that sets me off.I am now crying as well. We are holding each other's hands, but that'snot enough."Mother I think you need a hug." She nods. We both step out of the car,and hug for a while, in an empty parking lot, with cars occasionallywhizzing by. Mother, being mother, wheels in her emotions and we getback into the car.She looks at me. "I've got Francica overseas in Italy, Abigail swimmingin a sea of hormones, angry at everything and. I was told me to rub my pussy on it and insert it a few times to imprint my smell, I slipped off my knickers and put one leg up on a chair and dildoe`d my pussy with the toy but as quick as I was doing it, she stopped me and asked for it, with that she went outside and was gone for a few mins. When she came back she took the joint from my mouth and took a big drag then walked towards her bedroom, as she turned she let the belt on her gown open and let it fall on the floor, she then got on the. Similarly some were made to look likedogs. All had tails apparently growing out of the backsides. Even moreworrying were the pony-girls. They at least stood upright in stalls butwore calf length boots that looked like horses legs. No heels, but theystood on tip-toe wearing horses hooves. They wore tight fitting bodyharnesses and halters. Their mouths contained metal bits that stretchedtheir lips into a false smile. They too wore tails. What madhouse was Iin? I may be an Ancilla but had not.