Soon I was all set up and I had already put her on the basement's bed, a four poster bed which the columns reached the ceiling, where I set a mirror. ... opened the bag and took her off, cutting the silver-tape on her wrists and ankles and lying her on the bed. She was still passed out cold. God how pretty she was. I was thrilled, shaking with excitement. I had really done that. Time to enjoy it.It was like unwrapping a gift.She was wearing another dress, another worn out and damn ugly dress. Her. The luscious daughter entered, having finished her chores. "When's my turn?" she asked as she set down her basket of eggs."After breakfast," I said. "Scramble 'em up." I rolled her mother to her back and had at her. She squealed and groaned and thrashed about until I found the place and the pace she liked, then she stilled, gritted her teeth and climaxed repeatedly.When I came back from the privy, more than ready for my breakfast, having worked so hard int he early morning, the girl asked. "Are. This paper, Linda, you try and tear it," said Paul handingit to her.Linda took the paper and read it before looking at Paul. Paul just nodded,egging her to try. She pulled and twisted the paper but she couldn'tdamage it in the slightest."I don't understand, its just paper. It should tear. You try Kev," shesaid, handing the paper to Kevin.He too failed to tear the paper."A piece of paper cannot be magic," said Mike all of a sudden. "Just admitit Paul. You're taking hormones, you trans-freak!" I. Your strong fingers work my shoulders... Mmmm now reaching into my hair loosening the pins one by one dropping them to the floor. It is so still in here but for our breathing, your soft kisses starting at the base of my ear have me shivering, sweeping aside my hair you continue down, so exquisite in the slowness just the whisper of your warm breath caressing my soft skin.Do you know what effect this has on me? How each tender kiss shoots sparks through out my body... I want to turn and cling to.