" That's what I thought... What are you doing?" Oh, Timmy... For your sixteenth, I'm going to fuck you," my mom said, sliding herself onto my dick."Bu...t... But... " I said before moaning. Her cunt was incredible to me. But the images of her as a baby kept flashing in my head, and then I realized my dick was inside the very passage I had been born through."Mom, stop... You can't... I won't... "Suddenly my mom's eyes glowed and pierced through my mind shield."You will fuck me, Timothy. You want to. If the baddies returned before we got a lucky break, they'd be angry at us because of the fake story, and the extra annoyance and suspicion caused by very loose gags might make a fatal difference.I'd leaned forward to inspect the damage to my left leg. It was very visibly smashed, with the skin torn and the end of my fractured bone sticking out sickeningly. I controlled my nausea long enough to forcefully imagine that the blood flow was stopping around the torn area. I looked away, with no. To my surprise, I had no trouble putting on the hose or walking in the shoes. Instead, I practically glided into Sylvia's bedroom. "You're beautiful, Jack," said Sylvia in awe as I sat down in a chair across from her, arranging my legs so that the slit in the dress displayed the optimum amount of leg. "You look so innocent and yet so glamourous. You're like a vision." Next, I stripped off the evening wear and put on a skimpy, very girly bikini I found in one of the dresser drawers. To my. He was one of the few pimps who understood that yes, some girls must be broken before they can be built, that punishments must not be taken lightly, and that showing genuine care for a girl resulted in a quicker loyalty from her than beating her into submission. Angel brought the dishes back to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. When the dishwasher was done, she would put them in to be cleaned. Rich watched her. His anger had subsided, as he realized he was grateful that Angel was there,.