Be a soccer mom or a Cub Scout den mother. He'd look a lotcuter in a Brownie uniform. Did they still wear those silly beanieswith the loop on top?"O...ther foot please," Kim directed me, interrupting my thoughts.When we were finished the women brought us to the front."You like, mama?" Aunty asked me.I inspected Jamie's fingernails. They were bubble gum pink, with a tinywhite flower design on the pointer fingers and his toes matched, exceptfor the flower. Aunty really had done a beautiful job,. I made my way to the lobby and out the rear of the hotel to the parked truck. Entered the coordinates in the GPS and headed off to pick up my prize. I found the address pretty easy and I had little trouble maneuvering the big long truck and trailer unit through town. I could see as I neared the address that I was getting in quite an affluent area. The houses were a big and they were set back from the street. The driveways were all long and most of the places had walls and security gates at the. Coming around one of many twists in the rutted lane they came upon the old farm house, in need of paint and with a few broken windows but serviceable but what caught her attention was the stand of enormous, old pines standing behind the house and walking right down to the water of the babbling brook she had been imagining just minutes before. She pulled up into the over grown farm yard and killed the engine, the silence assaulting their ears once again to be gradually replaced by birdsong and. Made my pussy twitch andclamp down on the dildo inside of her. "You know I gotta be strict withyou, babybitch. You're my little white faggot. And I can't tolerate awhite faggot being anything but respectful with me. You understandthat, don't you?" he asked. Forcing me into my sissy headspace soquickly. Waking from one dream and entering into another."Yeah Daddy.. I understand. I'm.." I swallowed. My mouth felt so dry.Something in my brain said I was thirsty for dick. That made me.