. Mistress...”“Good. I’ll see that you get it. Often.” Again that slow smile. Julia flinched under it. The hate in her heart was at bursting p...oint. It was a terrible struggle to suppress it. Yet she managed. The worst part of it was, Julia knew, if the positions had been reversed, she would have treated Melissa in an equally cruel way, both verbally and physically.“Undress me, slave.”“Yes, Mistress... ”Julia’s urgent yet deferential fingers went to work. The shimmering gown fell. The slip was. Although it was a cloudy, the moon had managed to seep through a break in the clouds casting an eerie glow across the dark landscape. The large black shape turned its head from side to side, a grunt escaping its mouth, snorting as it smelled the intruder. A few minutes passed as Jim watched the beast in silence paw at the snow. Without warning, the shape turned and walked away, down an embankment, heavy steps splashing water. Jim could hear his own breath, ragged, as he stared into the black. “The most recent French presidential election, of course, coincided with the advent of the Mayhem, and the previous coalition’s failure to adequately address the consequent fertility issues linked to the Mayhem all but ensured its defeat by Madame Le Pen and her National Front party,” the newscaster with her distinctly French-Canadian accent tried to fight her discomfort over the recent takeover of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation by the Commissar of Information.“Why not just call the. We couldn't fuck. I could milk you with my little kitten though. My kitten likes cream, especially boy cream. Could you give my kitten some cream tomorrow?"This was getting weirder every day but Todd would have said anything at this point to get his dick inside her."Yes mommy. Of course. Milk me with your kitten and I'll give her lots of cream. I'll give her cream all week."And he did. Every day of that last week in early August 1971 young Todd Walker pumped his boy cream into the kitten of Mrs.