It was really humiliating but She loved it. She laughed so hard that She had tears in her eyes. She even pushed on my butt, yelling come on shithead, ...can’t you even fuck a doll? Or do you prefer being denied or a ruined orgasm? The endIt was now eight months that She became my Mistress but it wasn’t like in the beginning. Yes, She was more cruel to me treating me like dirt but She locked me more and more in the dog cage or the coal shed. In the weekends sometimes for the whole weekend, leaving. . I don't think..." Enough of that!" mom almost shouted, sounding like she was on the vergeof being angry. "Do what I told you! Go get changed! Now!"That bit left no doubt what I was going to do. She demanded, and I wasnot in any position to say no, so I dragged all that stuff to my room.Slowly, with unrelenting pressure building in my mind, I went in mycloset to retrieve my homemade breast forms. It was a sensuous thrill toget dressed, just like it always was, but it took me less than an hour. Right at the top of the desktop was a video file named “Seattle”. I opened it as I knew she had recently gone to Seattle to see friends, but was shocked to find what looked like a cell phone video of a hotel room. At first no one was in frame, then Jill walked into frame wearing a low cut lacy white top, black leather pencil skirt, stockings and 5” black pumps. She stood there and then a man came into the frame. He was young and as I saw him take his t-shirt off, saw he was very fit. She ran. ' I pay forward without any expectation of return. There's other stuff, but it's not really relevant. The brandy is starting to hit me." I guessed," she said, and slammed me with that smile, that supernova smile, the smile that could light Charon, Pluto's rogue-asteroid moon.Then the smile softened. "You still haven't told me the origin of that 'again.'"I had to look away. She reached for the afghan, then turned, lithe as a cheetah, and somehow flowed down onto the loveseat until she was on her.