The... stop talking when I talk!” They took an agitated breath, before making a series of odd mouth movements before figuring how to divide their ac...tions between them.“That feels”“kinda weird”“But...” they replied to each other.“It’s pretty intuitive once you get used to it!” They said in unison once again, before having a bit of irritation fill their face.After they practiced for a bit more, they began trying to get up, and despite the difference weight and height proportions, it was easier to. "Unless your parents excuse you, you girls will belong to your new owner until this weekend when we will reevaluate the program. It will be up to your owner to decide how and if you are to be dressed and when and how you are to be punished. We know that being young and horny," he laughed, "you will all need relief from time to time so we will make sure you have a chance at the beginning and end of the day. Girls will need permission from their owners before being allowed to orgasm."He began to. Any deviation, for example calling her mom, mommy, miss, or ma’am, was met with a swift reprisal. She was a strict disciplinarian, but never crossed the line and for a majority of the time, she treated us with love and respect. We were clothed, fed, taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I couldn’t remember the start, there are a few things I remember quite vividly from my experience. After a few minutes, Tara turned over to lie on her back; she was ready to make love. As I made my way up her precious body, I kissed her from her sexy toes to her incredibly soft lips. It was Tara’s soft and sensuous kisses that made me realize just how easily my wife became putty in Tara’s hands, and gave in to her sexual desires that day in her office. With Tara on her back, I scooted my body down until her pussy lips were right before my eyes. Tara’s pussy was now glistening with.