I’m not saying anything to you that you haven’t said to me from the time I was little. You taught me to love God, to be faithful, and to live my f...aith. I’m doing that, exactly the way you taught me. I know bad things have happened, and I brought them to your attention, though perhaps I could have done a better job. But we can’t let those bad things control our lives. If we do, then Satan wins because we despair of God’s power to cause all things to work together for good. It’s through adversity. It was my mother's house. She was struck in the pitching wedge on the eighteenth hole by double indemnity lightning ... she had insurance against the possibility. I inherited the house ... and next-door neighbor Doctor ... the cars, the golf cart and the money.Daddy was lost at sea ... he was still alive ... I heard from him now and again ... but he was out there somewhere ... sailing around the world with an all female crew on his 45 meter Perini Navi ketch. The last I had heard it was New. It was MissKriss666. My hands were still sticky, but I respondedimmediately. She told me that she only answered queries with an attachedphoto and phone number, and if I was serious about being her "sissy-fantasy wannabe come to life," I had better send an appropriate picturesoon.I have plenty of pictures on file, but nothing that seemed sissy-slutappropriate. Did I mention that I'd been drinking? Well I was also hornyagain and I soon broke out my digital camera and tripod and decided totake a. “But Of Course my Dear Queen!” I answered in character. “By all means.” “You Know there are stories that Cloepatra used to have as many as thirty slaves at a time brought to her in her quarters so that she could suck them off and taste all their cum as you know no two cocks ever taste the same!” she told me as she removed my boxers to free my stiff prick in all its, circumcised glory before kneeling and giving me a Cleo special blow job and swallowing every drop. “I can see where Cleo liked to.