They used spells to make people more comfortable with the transformation. And, Larisa realized, they interfered often. How often had she simply forgot...ten what she was thinking, or simply been unable to understand what she was thinking. They weren't just trying to make us more comfortable, Larisa realized, they were brain washing us!Larisa couldn't believe it. Perhaps she had been gullible and overwilling when she had joined, but this was above and beyond! And she wasn't the only one. But why. I don't like going out drinking with mates just for the sake of getting drunk and I don't have a girl friend. Perhaps I am too fussy!I spend a lot of time just standing in my kitchen watching people walking past the house. I like watching people, and in the summer I sometimes go into the local park and sit by the lake and I watch people having fun and I try to guess what they are really like if I got to know them properly. I like to watch people when they are happy. In particular, I love to. She may have had this service from another slave, but never a Master. A look of lust took her and she moaned and her fluids poured into my mouth; I drank as much of the sweet nectar as she could give. My penis was now hard and ready, I positioned it between her labia.“Sir. Please not this,” she begged.“I take you for my wife,” I said as I pushed up deep into her soft body.She lay staring, open mouthed at me as I repeatedly thrust into womb. Her vagina was as tight as her anus, but more of its. To Amelia’s delight and Gina’s dismay, Amelia had once again caught her with her fingers on her chastity device; two months were summarily added to Gina’s sentence, of course, and Amelia refused to pay any attention to Gina’s suffocating sex drive for an additional week, instead forcing her to wear a butt plug and do house work for at least four hours each afternoon. Gina began to wonder how she would ever be freed if she couldn’t keep her desperate fingers off her little cage, and as the days.