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Can I always dress in pretty clothes?” “Well we would have to buy you some more now that we know you like them. But for now you can only wear them when you are here and not say anything to anyone.” “Oh thank you sir.” I said. Turning slightly I kissed him the cheek. I felt an immediate reaction from his cock. “Would you like me to suck Indian Girls Fucking you cock sir?” I just felt I needed to repay him for all his kindness. “That would be very, Michelle.” I looked at him quizzically. “Michelle is French for Michael and the name we will call you when you with us.” I slid off his lap beaming with joy at my new name. I would show Mr Johns how happy he had made me. I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I spent an age sucking and playing with that wonderful piece of meat until he couldn’t take any more, and then I took him deep into my mouth and finished him off. I swallowed most of his seed but deliberately let some dribble down my chin as I smiled with pride, before using my finger to wipe it into my mouth. That week was the happiest I had ever been. I got lots of new clothes. I spent most evenings on Mr Johns lap as we talked or watched TV. I slept in my room or Mr Johns room with him and his wife or she would spend the night with me in my room. I played with her tits as well as her cock and she should me how wonderful sex could really be. Even Mr Alban spent a night in my bed so I could finally thank him for all that he had done for me. By the end of the week I didn’t want to leave. Just before I was supposed to go home Mr Johns pulled me up onto his lap. “I have to ask you a serious question Michael, (I was back in boys clothes).” Mr Johns said. “Ok.” I said worried. “How would you like to live with Mr’s Johns and Myself for ever?” “Oh really?” I asked jumping up.” Really really?” “Yes really.” He laughed. “Oh yes please.” I gasped, “Let me please I would be a good b….girl for you always I promise.” “Well if you did it would mean we would become your mother and father and you would no longer see your real parents.” “I never see my real parents anyway and when I do they don’t want me around.” I said sadly. “I have been happy this week. Happier than I can ever remember.” “Then we will arrange it.” Mr Johns said. “It may take a few weeks but soon you will belong to us.” And with that he gave me a huge hug. I gave Mrs Johns a huge hug and a kiss and then Mr Alban drove me home. I spent every weekend with Mr and Mrs Johns after that. Then many weeks later, on a Monday morning I was taken to a big office building instead of to school. I was sat in a small room with a settee and an armchair. I had no idea why I was there. Rather than make the two beds in Indian Girls Fucking my parents’ bedroom, she had made mine—a simple twin. I leaned down and took a suck. Then she hugged me and was crying and holding tight to me. Daddy does Mommy still live with Robert I looked to Maria, and she shook her head yes. Manju sat at the centre of big hall just below that big Sandler. This is a chance of a lifetime to experiment.” The two teens nodded in agreement and quickly made their way to the door. Shows how way off first impressions can be. I'm happy to give you anything you want or need.” I smiled against your lips before pulling back slightly. He laughed. She must not realize I was speaking to my sex slave. The most difficult part would come when the women's bellies started to show, all around the same time, and only one male living in the home. Jill shuddered. He continued to rub the cloth across her face and then her shoulders. Mmm, you came hard and showered me in your pussy cream.” She takes Fred’s hand and begins the tour of the Commune. I look at you boys sometimes and, well, the thought of doing stuff with you was just so exciting.” Her hand soon followed, but she quickly became aware of the dress, and stood to remove it. Fred is waiting there for us with the door open. I had incredible feeling of fear and excitement.