As the sinking feeling began in the pit of her stomach the doorbell rang. She crept toward it only for it to open on it’s own and two men stepped in...ide closing it behind them. As she turned she found a woman standing in the kitchen having come in the back door. ‘What do you want?’ She demanded. ‘I don’t have any money.’ ‘We don’t want your money.’ The woman said happily. ‘Do you remember Ryan Haley?’ The woman never even got his last name out before Rachel turned and sprinted for the stairs.. Even though I found it absolutely absurd, I agreed to it with my heart pounding like a blacksmith’s hammer. The corset hugged my faux breasts perfectly, making me believe that I could actually feel the lace against my erect nipples. My waist was pressed tightly by the constricting attire, but although I couldn’t breathe freely, it seemed to spike my femininity. I looked down at the curves it produced, and a rush of adrenaline surged through me. I was looking more and more like a real girl. . Aunt Lisa loved to have her tits played with, nipples too, no matter what it was you were doing, she loved it. Mom was an anal freak, plain and simple. I don’t remember a time since this whole thing started that she didn’t have something up her ass. It was obvious which toys they were gonna pick, and I was right, mom went for the buttplug and Aunt Lisa went for the clamps. Since this day was supposed to be torturous for them, I couldn’t just sit there and let them get their little moment of. They sat on the terrace. The two couples had been out together the night before and both were suffering from mild hangovers, comforting each other and making jokes about how inefficient the men were likely to be at work that day.They were both very pretty young ladies.Caroline had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her body seemed to have no angles but to have been constructed of soft ovals and curves. Her tits were as round as inflated balls, topped by big nipples which might have been the.