“Just seeing her tits heaving and her belly jiggling. I want you to tie her up, framing her pregnant belly with the ropes, and then fuck her up the ...ss while I masturbated. I want you to piss all over her tits swollen with her mother’s milk. Just gushing over them and then watch as she nurses herself with piss-stained tits.”“Fuck!” Clint groaned. He pounded my mother harder.She moaned in eager delight, licking and lapping at my pussy. She caressed through my folds, teasing me. I shuddered on. Babs turned and glared at Leanne but she was looking at her friends and all three were giggling."See? I told you she would do anything I want." Turning back to Babs she said, "OK you can go now but I told you to wear a sexy skirt not this thing. Next time I call you for wine wear a short skirt like I asked, and a white pinny like a maid should. Or else forget the skirt and just wear the pinny over your knickers." Oh please, Mistress," Babs replied quietly, "Not in front of your friends, please. Her long hair whipped in the wind, and she caught a strand on the fingers of her left hand and looked at it: bronze-coloured, just like in life. That was how she knew this was just a dream.But it was no comfort. This was no lucid dream, she could not control it. And it was one of the bad ones. She’d had it before. She held a rude cudgel in her right hand, caked with blood and brains. Her intricately-inked flesh was splashed with gore. Looking out on the field, she could see Queen Budugg’s. A sealed case containing a DVD with a pleasant flower logo, addressed to the Head of the Network. En route, it passed through the token security device, before landing in its intended recipient’s inbox. Mildly intrigued, both by its anonymity and the archaic format on which it was presented, he wasted only a moderate amount of time before viewing it. Four minutes-thirty later, his gaping maw was joined in the office by the sealed and supercilious smiles of his compadres. They sat, cursive.