Michelle cried out as the heavy woman's buttocks slapped against her stomach."I've captured you, shaved you, filled you full of hormones," The Mistres...s hissed at her property. "Now, I've mounted you and am going to fuck your clitty like the bitch slave you are."With that the Matriarch began fucking her victim. Her massive body brutally jolted up and down on her exposed, helpless slave. Each thrust downward sent a bolt of pleasure up through the strong body of the Dominatrix. Her huge, heavy. As you sip some of the wine, I take you by the hand and walk you out to the massage table. You notice a hose with a showerhead that we use to water the flowers with but its not attached to the outside faucet, but instead runs into the laundry room thru the window. When I turned it on I had already had it set to warm water. I then remove your bathrobe and look at your lovely body and help you up onto the first massage table, putting on the shower cap. I have you lay on your stomach. I take the. As a man dressed like a woman, he reallyshould have remained sober all evening, worried about what people wouldthink, as a woman he decided to just let go and enjoy himself. Hegleefully consumed the sweet tasting fermented grape. By the time theydecided to call it a night, George was a bit tipsy. He had to hang ontoTim's arm to get back to the car. Tim must have misunderstood herclinging to him.Tim walked Heather to her room at the motel. At the door, as she fumbledin her purse for her. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I sat on our bed with my back against the wall."I drew her up into my lap, my arms surrounded her. I hope you never hear it but, her cry turned into a desperate squeak of a squeal."I couldn't answer her when she cried in that high pitch, 'Mommie? Why did they do that to my Princess ... Why?' Mickey said as she sobbed and sobbed."I can't describe the emotion I felt at that second. Frustration and anger swirled together perhaps. I blamed myself and Lindie for our.