So, at least from what she could see she looked as she remembered and didn't seem to have any memory problems except for the knowledge of how she got ...ere.There was most likely no one that would come looking for her, she had no family and didn't have many friends at least none that cared very much. She wasn't attached to where she lived before much anyway so she couldn't really be upset at her loss, she didn't like to dwell on the past either not that she liked where she had been in her life. That person made Daddy and me very sad. That’s why I asked Daddy to make me forget who I was and make me a bimbo. I don’t remember what I did that made us so unhappy. I am glad for that, and Ihope?he never lets me remember the things that made us unhappy. I am happy not remembering. I am happy being dumb and not being able to think for myself. It is bliss.?????I am five feet eleven inches tall. The hair on my head is black and long. My eyebrows are black, too. I have no hair anywhere else on my. I looked at Victor, as Jack held my wide spread legs in the air and started devouring my wet pussy lips. I moaned and gasped, just begging that guy to lick and suck my pussy harder…Darrell leaned forward stroking his hard black cock and he finally shoved again his magnificent piece in my mouth. After a few strokes he came and I swallowed every drop of his warm semen.As soon as he pulled out, Rafael shoved his nice hard Latin cock in my mouth. At same time, I felt Darrell now was pushing his. OH SHIT! Was it HIM?"What is it?" She almost screamed. "Is this about..." Oh, I bear glad tidings, darling," Olivia drawled. "You remember a few weeks back, you entertained that charming Irish fellow?"Mattie sat bolt upright in her chair only just managing to check herself in time, before she squealed like a Japanese schoolgirl. "Oh yes, I think I remember him. It was in the Malmaison, wasn't it? He had the suite?" Yes, darling, that's the chap, and don't come across all cool with me… I know.