"Help her girls!" I told her. "Let fat little Wendy know that fat you know she sucking survived all this, because you are from fatgirlssuckingcock her future." She did fat, and the terror began to ease. I taught her to control the experiences on the screen in whatever fat ways little Wendy liked. She could make the picture big or small, clear or blurry, in fatgirlssuckingcock color or black and white, moving fast or slow or in rewind. They could be fat silent fatgirlssuckingcock, or with any sound track she cock liked image. There was a terrible fat Sixties song Wendy had always hated, "Duke of Earl;" now that became her abuser's theme music. She started to fatgirlssuckingcock sit down in the body of the fat theater fat, holding hands with her milf sucking younger self, and they began to giggle together every time he appeared.

As these experiences became tolerable to think about, Wendy milf sucking realized fatgirlssuckingcock something milf she had always repressed fat. Awful fatgirlssuckingcock as fatgirlssuckingcock the circumstances were, she had often enjoyed the sex. "Don't let the waking me know that milf sucking." she blurted girls. "The way she is now, she's cock not tough enough to take it." I solemnly promised not fatgirlssuckingcock to tell. The ice cube in the middle of adult Wendy was her repressed sexuality fatgirlssuckingcock; she had frozen herself as a punishment for that sneaky guilty pleasure. Her adult sex life had been largely frigid and manipulative. Only occasionally had she found a man who fat was dominant enough that she could release her pleasure-starved and affectionate fatgirlssuckingcock nature in submission to him. Then she couldn fat't help herself; she came fat...and came...and came...because he was making her come. And she hated herself fatgirlssuckingcock in cock the morning.....She had hoped that Michael milf sucking might be one of these magic masters, and when she decided he wasn't, her rejection had left icicles dangling from his cock, poor boy.

On Michael's birthday, Wendy fat helped serve at his girls party. After we cleaned up, when it sucking was just fatgirlssuckingcock the three of us fatgirlssuckingcock, Wendy came milf sucking into the living room sucking nude sucking, bringing me the fatgirlssuckingcock collar I had bought her milf, and fatgirlssuckingcock knelt at my feet. She looked up to me and asked fat, "Mistress, may I make my avowals now?"

"Have fun with our slave girl, darling." I girls commanded him girls. "and---Happy image Birthday, Michael."

I explained how Wendy milf sucking's life had changed fat, and asked Pam why she ever put fat up with such cold, domineering treatment. She sighed, "Fool that I am, I'm in love with the sucking bitch. Every time I'd be fed up enough sucking to quit fatgirlssuckingcock, I'd see some little glimmer of sucking the hot natural woman she could be if she ever let herself go. That's what you're bringing out fatgirlssuckingcock now, and I'm happy for Wendy. But I'd also think I saw traces fat of a lesbian streak in her. Was I just image kidding myself, or do you think Wendy cock could ever learn to image love me?"

Pam leered, "Anything?"

"And how about image you, Pam; are you satisfied with this arrangement milf?"

I smiled contentedly to see them going fatgirlssuckingcock at it. I had destroyed fatgirlssuckingcock a rival for my boyfriend by making a friend and fat sex slave image of sucking her. Sometimes being a Domme is really fun.