All we were good at doing is being a housewife and soccer mom. In middle school, our bodies would bounce back from having a baby faster than they will...now. It doesn’t matter too much anyway. Our bodies give guys of all ages wood. The main reason for having a baby is to show our future mother-in-law that we have baby-making hips and big tits to breastfeed them. Their sons get a piece of ass to fuck to give him children, clean his house, do his laundry, cook his meals, and look damn fine when we. Just slipped on a pair of black knee boots similar to mine.By now Mistress Lisa was getting turned on at the thought of my punishment and made me sit on her lap. She had her hand up my skirt and made me kiss her until our friends arrived to give us a lift to the club. The two women who turned up know about me. They are Mistress Lisa's best friends and have known me since before she started seriously to feminise me. Both of them encouraged her and helped when necessary. One of them seems to. He lighted candles and incense and placed them around the corpse then walked around her, muttering incantations. He then pulled up her dress to have sexual intercourse with the corpse as part of the ritual. He was careful not to be too vigourous as her swollen pregnant belly could easily burst and make quite a mess. Despite her slight decomposition, she was the most beautiful corpse he has ever copulated with and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He kissed her on her mouth, tasting the bloody. "I hesitated just long enough and you swatted my bottom again. I moaned and squirmed a little but complied, spreading my legs, embarrassed at how wet I had become. You asked, "Are you enjoying being spanked?” My immediate response was, "No."You swatted me again harder than before and asked again. I squirmed alittle and I again said, "No." The next few swats were harder and I moaned softly, biting my bottom lip. You stopped and took your fingers and rubbed my pussy with them. I moaned in.