Wendy’s kids were at their grandmothers for the afternoon. Feeling a little uncomfortable discussing matters there in her home, I opted for neutral ...turf and took Wendy to lunch at a quiet bistro over in the next town. Over wine and salads, Wendy told me that she’d found part time work as a bookkeeper and some as a substitute teacher’s aid and had a deal worked out with her mother for babysitting. She confided that, for nearly a year now, Jason would leave home – allegedly for work – but at. He knew that the trick to making a slave cum was to engage her mind. A woman is stimulated as much by what goes on in her head as she is by any physical stimulation. I talked to her to engage her mind. She can tell you what I said." He sounds like a wonderful master. Are you still with him?" I asked."No," she said. "He died. I was collared by one of his acquaintances after his death. He is not quite so wise, although I still care for him." I'm sorry." You needn't be, Master. It happened long. “Yes, Uncle John. You,”“We’re both going to look pretty silly when we discover there’s a lift running up the middle we could have used,” I replied with a grin.“Where’s the door?”“You’re the Seer,” I chuckled.“I can’t even scan below the surface,” she sighed.“Me either. So we go onwards and upwards, hoping that there are answers at the top,” I nodded.It took two days to reach the cloud line and that slowed our progress down immensely. We were still able to use our powers to a very limited extent. I first didnt think she will have any crazy fantasy story because she does not look like the type to do those stuff. I acted as i was mad and she finally told me all of her stories and i was shocked and had a weird boner too. She told me that while we were dating as bf/gf she invited a few dudes from Stockton to come to her house to fuck her. The first dude was a Vang guy from Stockton and she was sucking his big 6 inches dick in the bathroom for 10 minutes while on the phone with me and i.