"He's hungry," the little girl had told her mother. Mom had started smiling. And then had told her daughter that someday she'd have her own baby to fe...ed. Mom just didn't know then that it would still be me who'd be looking for Jen's milk!In many ways I had two moms growing up. Certainly in the first six years or so of my existence. I followed Jen everywhere. She doted on me. I reciprocated by giving her my unconditional love.Jennifer walked me to school on my first day of kindergarten. While. Even after washing my eyes, I could not open my eyes properly so it took some time, then I heard a familiar voice of another woman, “Kaya hua mimidi mujhe itni jaldi vul gaye” it was disha. I opened my eyes properly and saw disha and koel laughing. Disha bent towords me and said “Toh mimidi kaisi kati aapki suhag rat, koel di ne bataya ki apko puri tarha sissy banna hai. I guess I can help” she laughed after saying that. Seeing her I also gave a shameless smile. Both of them released me from my. Escape was impossible. She spent her off hours in a near catatonic state of depression. She had cried for an entire week, but when no tears were left and utter hopelessness overtook her, Laurel lost not only hope, but the will to live. She complied with all orders she was given, she knew better than to disobey, but each time her body was impaled with dildo or phallus, each time she sucked a penis or nest to orgasm, each time she was whipped, nipple clamps applied or she was tightly bound and. When Jorie was an undergraduate, his roommate fell in love with a beautiful woman whose boyfriend of the moment was a hulking burrball player with an anger management problem. Burrball was a fast moving contact sport played with a partial no-gravity ball with spikes; it wasn't a game for sissies. After several weeks of hiding their tryst, the boyfriend was becoming suspicious, not that Jorie's roommate told Jorie about the developments. One Friday, the roommate asked Jorie if he could pick up.