Hercunt might be liberated but she could feel a faint flutter as of untriedwings, like some bird too long in a cage and confused, frightened at thepro...spect of a liberty too free, a world too wide for weakened wings. God damn it all, if she gave in to this fantasy she was going to besopping in another minute. Already she could feel her prurient pussypulsating in time to that steady thrust, could feel tiny drops of love'slubrication preparing her for something that was not happening, was notgoing. She knew there was no turning back now—so she embraced it with both arms and accepted finally the identity that had always lurked in the darkened recesses of her mind. "Like daughter, like mummy, right?" She said, as her middle finger dipped between the slicksome petals of her daughter’s juicy gash. The pupils of her eyes had become diabolically enlarged into deep dark orbs---she had come all the way over now. Her daughter’s pussy so lewdly spread before her like the feast of a great table—and. My heels and breast-forms went inside the large wardrobe. I removed my wig and put it on a vacant wig-stand then took the towel Mabel proffered, cinched it around my waist, and headed once again down the passageway between the cells carrying my fatigues to the shower block.The overhead lights suddenly clattered on revealing the workroom cells on either side of the passageway. Through the open bars I stared at the oversized double beds, rumpled satin sheets, large armoires and dressers with. Matthew laughed at him, like he always did. Thomas was a top slave outside of this bedroom, he had been breed many times successfully his children had been sold to breeding programs all over the world not that the boy would ever know that. After a few more minutes of this Matthew pulled him off his cock and dragged him up his body to crush the smaller blond to his chest. Matthew could feel the blonds much smaller dick pressing against his own and smirked. “Little Tom-Tom is awake I see. He is.