She touched a single finger against my exposed belly, and I twisted in ardent reaction. “Tera’s poison is still in you, Flora.” Julia sighed, “It will take at least half a day to be rid of it. I’ll have to leave you like this for the duration, for your own good.” “How, Julia?” I hissed, “How can I atone?” “You have petite to undo what you’ve done.” Julia replied, “You sold Willowbud into slavery, now you must buy her freedom.” “At what cost?” Julia smiled ruefully at me. “I’ve been asking the Holy Mother that all my life. The answer is always ‘more.’” Part One: Martyr JULIA “You know you don’t have to do this.” Brunette Lucilla said softly. The tunnel was immense, dark except for the morning light that glared at its end. Normally, the light would be a welcome sight in such cavernous blackness, but now, it only filled me with dread. “Yes, I do.” I whispered. My hands were pussy clasped before me, my ankles were clasped beneath me, and I was completely naked, save for the crescent symbol that hung between my breasts. “I forgave you.” Lucilla hissed. “I need more than just your forgiveness.” “There are those that will never forgive you.” Lucilla said, molding herself to the crook of me. “I need to forgive me.” I said, offering her a sad smile. “You can’t do that, Julia.” Lucilla returned the smile with equal sadness, “You never could.” She pressed her lips to blowjob mine, and I tasted her worry in the kiss. I broke from the embrace with a shallow gasp, and saw fear in her sapphire eyes. It was oddly comforting; cumshot at least I wasn’t alone in my terror. “Clartias!” Mother gasped as her face turned purple. I have never heard of an account of any of the women here dying. Sexy smile, sexy voice, sexy demeanour, size 8-10 dressed in heels, tight fitting slacks and a t-shirt with obviously no bra as I ogle her long nipples poking blowjob toward me. I immediately started to regret my decision, but after all the regrettable events of happened last night, I knew I had done the right thing. I went to change and noted that the bed had fresh linen and was made as if nothing was unusual. But I caught her wrist with my left hand pussy while my right seized my girl-dick. “Thank you, I won’t. I mean, I want to. I’ve had this amazing fantasy ever since you told me you were fucking your son." It was a couple of minutes after 9 am, west coast time, which meant it was noon east coast time. Another smack on her ass echoed in the doorway. It got late and I left and Brunette in spite of my intoxication, managed to get home cumshot safely. He told her it could work but Alex the guy they were bringing had a van, they didn’t have enough money for a motel room, so they were going to use the van. Trish squeaked when she felt the leash on her ass, but turned to her Mistress. Chris stared at me icily. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t dare stop this. I watched it grow even larger. They ran down my thighs. Mike finished his drink and reaching petite across the table he took up the untouched drink he had arrived with and held it up. She’s my daughter. Her tone was that of desperation. “What about that guy you were seeing? I return my attention to my own mother’s vulva. Tracey had indeed signed a plethora of forms once she'd volunteered, she didn't read them fully, who does, but she understood the gist of them which was basically that she agreed to do whatever she was told to. She smiled up at me and winked but thankfully, she did not tear my dress off.