“Good. Now lets go have some fun.” He stood up carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. What he said was true. He did have everything ready for me. Th...re on his bedposts were handcuffs for each of my hands and for each leg. He set me down and smiled closing his door “We’re going to try a little role-play here, okay?” he started to take off his clothes.“What kind of role-play?” I asked and slowly started to unbutton my top to reveal my well developed 36C breasts covered by my white cotton bra.“I. Don't tell dad!" I begged."Well that depends...are you going to be nice to uncle Rex?" he grinned."W... What?" I stammered."Be nice. You know," his grin widened."I don't know what you mean," I said; my brain was churning withconfusion and fear."Be nice like this you dumb cunt," he hissed and fell on me."Rex weighed almost twice as much me and he was twice as strong. Ididn't have a chance. He pulled my face to his and smashed his lipsagainst mine and slid his tongue into my mouth. He smelled. Harder Master…make me you whore! I live only to please you!” Yves increased his speed slightly slapping his hips harder to her soft round ass. Her lush tits swayed rippled in time to his thrusts. She mewled with pleasure as an orgasm tried to build in her small body. It would rage to the heights but never reach a peak and break over.Yves rubbed a tattoo at the base of her spine only two fingers from the crack of her ass. Carol screamed as an orgasm rippled through her, then another more. I felt like I was somehow what Eimear had always wished she was. What Lesley had always wished her lover was."Fuck y ... sorry ... just a bit..." I snarled out, before checking the hostile impulse. I had called Trish "tits" to her face, and looking over the body I now possessed, her returning the favor was being, if anything, understated. She was also taller than me now, I noted as I looked at us both in the mirror. "I don't know what I..." You're still my baby-daddy..." Trish's arms surrounded.