This was Margaret, but it was also Margaret plus! But plus what?We ate the breakfast in silence; Margaret seemed lost in her thoughts. I gave her some... bread with which to mop up the yoke of the eggs. She thanked me and started swirling the yellow yoke before transferring it to her mouth.We put the plates into the dishwasher, although I like my slaves to work at menial tasks there were limits!"Master could you come with me down to the basement? There's something I have to do." Margaret asked me,. Dressed like that, with my sissy clit of course in it's cage, we went out to the BBQ. We talked to your brothers and sisters and nobody seemed to mind you be with your sissy slut wearing a red rubber hood. The people were getting drunk, it was hot and the evening went on and on. At some point you could feel in the air that the mood was getting more sexual and after a while, when you were drunk you commanded me to get under your dress to serve you by licking your both holes. I was stunned when I. At the same time her left arm tightened around the girl’s throat.Anna’s shriek was long and piercing. Her legs shot out until they were braced hard against the base of the mirror and she arched her back sharply, her butt lifting off the counter over a foot as her crotch thrust forward violently. Just as the girl started to relax Mistress Bianca shoved the dildo back into her ass all the way and began pumping it in and out rapidly. Anna squealed wildly, her hips bucking out of control as her. I could have given you up for adoption or gotten an abortion, but silly girl that I was, I was in love with your father.“That love didn’t survive the abuse, constant drinking, frequent evictions when we couldn’t pay rent, occasional homelessness, etc. It didn’t survive the dramatic swings between marital rape one night and completely cutting me off when it came to sex the next. I mean, he wasn’t the greatest lover, as I noted, but since I was still a good Jewish girl or tried to be, I was.