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She guided her mother’s hand back to her nipple. Much better. Darius cupped Isabelle’s chin and tilted her adorable face towards him. ‘Isabelle, you’ve done so well. I can’t wait to see how you get on in your third and final challenge.’ Third challenge? What for? Being a slut? She hoped she’d done well. She briefly remembered a conversation they’d had, but she remembered having her brains fucked out at the time and was struggling to remember what was agreed. ‘Huh?’ Darius frowned. ‘What we agreed, remember? You successfully complete 3 challenges and I remove your mental conditioning.’ Isabelle looked confused. ‘Mental conditioning?’ Think Isabelle, think! You’re looking stupid in front of your mother and your boyfriend. ‘Oh yeah.’ she replied dumbly. She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Darius granny sighed. ‘Isabelle, don’t you remember? I made you a slut and now you have to prove that you’re not.’ ‘But then why am I doing all these things? Like letting Big Boobs my mother eat me out, and fucking you all the Hairy time? I avoided you both at all cost. Chris ducked under the rails and walked around toward his sister's exposed ass. Can you let me go?” She rattled her wrists in the cuffs. Jack grabbed the rings and placed one on her index and pinky fingers. I inch forward to look down and see how far the drop is. Not very far granny - the pit is only about ten feet deep, and Hairy while the sides are vertical a competent climber could get back out. What do you think you’re going to order? “Let’s just say we should have been Big Boobs careful.” Mommy's Hypnotic Discipline Kate said, adding a friendly wave. “This is it?” Bill asked disappointed. Looking over Zan’s specs he started to say no.