It's meant to keep me pure and chaste Master John said. He also pointed out that the tubes curved shape could be pushed back and between my legs giv...ing my crotch a smooth girlish appearance. Another benefit is I'd need to sit down to pee, just like any other girl. All this news had me reeling. But Master John explained at this point I needed him more then he needed me. I resolved to accept my fate in life and serve Master John as his sissy secretary. What else could I do? I was more girl. His head threw back as he plunged the light sword into the grass. Stalks sizzled.His blood boiled on my blade.“That’s right. Faeries can’t tolerate iron?” I drew a throwing knife in my off-hand. “And I have plenty of it.”He whirled around, face twisted in maddened pain, no longer beautiful. Shadows made deep crags, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness cast by his eyebrows. He brandished his blade as I flicked my knife.ZanyiaI scampered from the treeman. He bellowed in fury, his wood cock. 'I stood back, held her at arm's length as I lost myself in her eyes, which were playful and amused. I marvelled, once again at the expressiveness, the beauty of the woman who I had discovered, alone, living in the room above the garage. 'It's early. Why don't we have a bottle of wine? I've got a really good bottle of Sauvignon on ice, just asking to be opened.''I need a shower first, and so, I would suggest, do you.' I loved it when she was masterful. 'Fifteen minutes,' she said, and made for. "Unnnnnggghhh! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Oh, baby! That's it! Yes, harder! OHHHH, YESSSSS!" she squealed. Both husband and wife were completely engrossed in their energetic lovemaking, oblivious to all but their own bodies in their frantic search for sexual release. Armando had been quite wrong when he had assumed that their children were all asleep. In fact, Cindy, their youngest daughter was still wide awake. At sixteen, Cindy was the baby of the family, a slim, pretty brunette with a compact little.