When the dinner went out, I thought little about the event. To me it was just another chance to help my employer and get to cook, something which help...d me forget my troubles. With no contact with Tameka in months, I was growing increasingly depressed and lonely. Some of the ladies from the shows would run into me backstage, but I did not find them all that interesting. Most were old and jaded, and the memory of Tameka's enthusiasm and love kept me from opening up to them. I had even found. A white heron flew overhead; its body contrasting brilliantly against the blue backdrop of the sky.Suddenly, I spotted a bunny. I could not help but admire the soft and gentle presence that it added to the landscape. I tried to forget the destruction it would later cause to the flowers and vegetables I would plant. For now, it was a wild creature, full of life. It seemed to add a sense of peace and calm to my surroundings.The tress, rocks, and bushes were mirrored in the surface of the water.. On the computer screen she saw her lank, dull hair replaced with lustrous dark curls that reached down her back. As she watched, she felt the weight of it and a lock fell across her face. She ran her fingers through her new mane--it was incredibly soft. Now her face felt strange. She looked to the monitor to see the pinched quality of her face dissolve, her large, pointy nose reduced to something from a Disney heroine. Her cheeks broadened. Her eyes widened and became a more intense shade of. He spat on his fingers and then lubed my pussy. He fingered me for a while, and then quickly pulled down his pants. His hard nice cock was brushing against my inner thighs, and I just wanted him to fuck me. Scott pushed his cock inside my pussy, and I totally bent over the kitchen counter. Holding my dress tightly and with his one hand on my butt, he fucked me hard. He spanked me, and asked me if I was ready to be his whore or not? “Yes. Yes, I’m ready to be your whore, my son,” I screamed as I.