"I wouldn't have ever told anyone. I only wanted to be friends. I just... I just... I don't know, I've just been so lonely since... since Sharon left.... Who is Sharon?" Jennifer asked as Shelly placed her head back on her shoulder."She... she was... sob... a friend... sob... a friend of my mothers," Shelly said, her sobs making it difficult to talk. "She taught me to... to... you know, do what I did to you." Oh!" Jennifer said with understanding."She was a lot older... older than my mother. I guess my shop could be described as nearest to a pet shop in that all my products are on display for all to see in cages and all my subs do different services. My shop is in a remote area with blacked out windows. Once a month, I have a monthly promotion. I dress my one of my subs up in gear and I torment and tantalize them in the shop window for passersby to leer in. It boosts sales to no end. Some may question my methods and think I am a glorified butcher’s. Well in a sense I guess I am. I. Once his penile glans had located my anal opening, he gripped my hips and plunged his rigid tool deep into my bung hole. I cried out at the roughness of his effort and was rewarded by him pulling out and ramming his tool back into my aching bung hole. The other two was now standing in front of me stroking their man hood and twisting my head from one to the other as I tried to lick their genitals as ordered. I was able to glance over and see Robert begin to move. He looked over at us and I. When she refused he slapped her. Lula did as he said and quit crying. She swallowed his spurting cum.John kissed her and said."We'll get along just fine as long as you do what I say" he smiled. John ****d his mother every day and night he stuck his prick up her asshole and fucked her. He pissed on her when he didn't have a hard dick. His mom was a stinking mess. Lula pretended she liked it and one day she went to her closet and got a small hand gun and hid it under her pillow. It was her dead.