"Sorry," she teased as she blew raspberries on my belly. "Is thatbetter?" Please tell me this isn't really happening," I gasped in between pealsof lau...ghter. "This has to be a bad dream; it must've been the pepperoniand hot sausage on the pizza I ate." Nope, it's all real." Karen smiled as she helped me balance so I couldstep into my panties. "You're my eight year old sister Brooke now and Ijust gave you a bath and some raspberries too." Pretty please turn me back?" I pleaded. "I'll be a good. If you read the series, please message dawnofthematriarchy your favourite extract and why. She may be persuaded to write an entire book based on this persons experiences.It was my 18th birthday, four weeks after the Matrairchys new regime began in France. It was a confusing time in my little french village of Eguisheim, Haut-Rhin, but god knows I'd never been more excited for a birthday till then. True to their word. The new law, boundary 1, meant that all women 18 or older would recieve a. " Patrick said, continuing to gently slap his cock against his face.Patrick's words made Eric's straining cock jump repeatedly. Patrick shifted back slightly and began to push the head of his cock at Eric's lips again. Eric kept them clamped shut. Patrick used two of thick fingers to squeeze Eric's nostrils closed, and kept pressing the head of his cock with his thumb, keeping the camera steady like a pro.The head of his cock was so large it blocked most of Eric's mouth. Thinking he was being. She sobbed into the mask covering her face. She couldfeel the moisture on her face, sweat, tears, and mucus from her running nose.He?d never zipped her mouth shut in the mask before. Today he?d worked the bigred ball in then pulled the mask down the rest of the way. She couldn?t help itshe sobbed again. The noise was moist and disgusting she couldn?t imagine whatshe looked like huddled in the corner of the dungeon. I can?t, she thought, I can?t, but I must. ?Kimberly,? she turnedher hooded.