I do not know how Enara had been treated by Haros before I came to inherit her body, however, once I was in its possession, and in possession of its h...ealth, he treated me horribly. He beat me often, forced me to retain silence at all time when in public unless absolutely necessary and raped me whenever he so felt.Thus it went, for three months. But Haros was an old king, and he died on the thirteenth week of my residence in Enara's body. I thought that that would be the end, but it wasn't. . She watched as her daughter began the therapy on the girl from next door. The low rumbling in her pelvis made her press her mons against the counter. The memories and feelings it stirred were ancient and bitter sweet.In her daydream she wasn't Maryann Spencer, in fact she wouldn't meet Don Spencer for another eight years. She was Maryann Flanagan daughter of an upstanding Irish catholic father and a Scandinavian mother (hence the blonde hair genes). She had little recollection of her mother who. She was asking me questions but I certainly don't remember answeringthem. In fact I hardly remember what the questions were. I just heard myself babbling from time to time. I would see her laugh at my answers nowand then but I have no idea what I was saying. As we left the Jacuzzi she asked about the tattoo beneath my navel as itwas partially showing above my bikini. I told her it was an anniversarygift from my wife a few years ago. She told me to pull my suit a bitlower so she could see it. She was a bit reluctant to touch he own ass but then braved up and it felt very good. Next she smeared the lube on the butt plug. She was glad that with the lube, her tight anal opening began to respond and open up. Almost instinctively she flipped over onto her belly, reached behind, imitating the video and inserted the butt plug slowly. There were two men fucking one woman on TV and she wanted it to be her right at that moment. She pushed the vibrator head a bit deeper in her pussy and began.