The wild kick only sent her spinning dizzily and she was unable to use her arms to stabilize her, as they were somehow tied behind her and secured to ...her right leg."Whooooaaaa, shit!" she yelped as Jax caught her and stopped her spinning. "I think I'm gonna throw up..." Well don't throw up on me," her boyfriend admonished her. "I might just leave you hanging there." Hey!" Timora argued, "My idea of how to spend an afternoon doesn't include hanging around upside down by myself!" Yeah, but you. C’mon Michelle you wanted to please him right, you love him right, I just want sex. Let’s just have some fun .and don’t worry I will make sure you get to clean my pussy, ass and take a few loads down that pretty face.This is not fun for me, why are you doing this to me I haven’t done anything to you. Well that’s true not directly but you know how many good men I lost to big titted blonde sluts like you? I’m not a slut and I have done nothing to you. If you’re not a slut then why did you come. I was in the thrall of my Mother - Mistress Mommy. She was a brunette goddess, 5'8” tall with 32FF breasts and the most perfect legs you'd ever seen. She was 38 years old, and devastating in the short skirts and high heels she liked to wear all the time. Mommy knew the effect she had on men - and she loved to use it to seduce, control & enslave them.But those weren't even her most deadly assets. She had two additional weapons that allowed her to snare any man she met: 1) a pair of smoldering. And for that reason I worried. As I took stock of my surroundings, I sensed scores of malignant creatures ringing the peak in whose flank I was buried. The wind moaned, as it ever does in the Netherlands, but there seemed to be a voice behind that wind. A spirit seemed to guide its icy fury, pushing snow and sleet before it to clog the passes through the Nethar Mountains.But far, far to the south, my master was. A new companion to take me up and deal Justice to the vile and corrupt world that.