“In Amsterdam in the adult bookstores, you know, sex shops.” Sara replied leaning forward to Jay. “They have gloryhole’s in the back.”“Glo...yhole?” said Jay. “What’s a gloryhole?”“You don’t know what a gloryhole is?” asked Sara. “Do you not have any in this country?”“None that I’ve ever seen.” I replied.“Do you know what a gloryhole booth is?” Jay asked me.“Remember that time when you had to go away for two weeks to look after your mother?” I replied“Yes, you said you wanked yourself crazy to. Itnarrowed my waist to Katherine's size. Then I taped my chest to give alittle bit of cleavage, I was never a fan of how uncomfortable it was,but I liked the results. Then I took out one of her oyster-coloredPlaytex full coverage bras and put my big silicon forms into each cup andadjusted the bra. Wow. I have her body, I thought looking at myself inthe big mirror attached to her closet door. I smiled and looked for myfull slip. Yes, MY slip. I slid it over my new curves. I loved. “Then put it back in your mouth and suck it like a good, little, piggy slut,” I said looking down into her pretty green eyes.“Yes, Daddy”I loved talking down to her and degrading her and she loves it more than I do. The words made her smile as she forces herself down onto my cock and buries it deep in her throat, and then begins to bob her head up and down on it.“Gawdt dayum girl! You sho know how to suck dick like a pro!” she continues to slurp and suck on my cock like her life depends on. After all, they were both bound by the rules of the game and if she failed, if she was discovered, it would be over. Heart racing as she tried to guess at how much time she had before they returned, she searched desperately for four more words for snow Pack. Drift. Slush. One more. Just one. She felt a giddy joy as she scribbled them down, delight making her giggle softly as the obvious registrared. White! Blue eyes full of shy triumph, she turned, her back on the snow covered world, silently.