She had formed a strategy to deal with her moods. She had a vivid imagination. She created for herself a refuge that she could escape to. This refuge ...was her Island of Dreams. Her island could be anything she wanted it to be. On this island she was full of confidence, happy with herself and all her slight imperfections. Here she was in total control of her world. Or so she thought.It was a small island, yet it had all of natures' beauty. It had the most spectacular rainforest. She walked here. Because of my youth(was only twenty five then) she had more than once brought me to orgasm twice in a short period of time, but was now concentrating on doing it no less than three times! Of course there was no way I was going to complain, but the first time she tried it I was just too tired to get hard a third time no matter what she tried to turn me on again. I could get hard within about an hour after the second climax, but as far as she was concerned that Didn,t count, it had to be Three in. Mary had drifted into an exhausted sleep. When she wokeup, the pain in her ass was just a dull ache. She could not tell forhow long she had been into this bondage. Her body was hot and moistinside the latex cat suit. As she resumed her struggling, it felt moreunpleasant. The aroma of rubber and the physic sensations were the onlystimuli she could get, and all of them were designed to end up in hersexual drive. As before, she tried to get satisfaction, clenching hersex and ass around her. . whereupon it coalesced into a Shimmering Feminine Form Divine."Hi, there!" the S.F.F.D. said brightly. "You must be Milo Percival Entwhistle!" Er... that's right," said Milo. "Who are you?" I'm the Fairy of Tranquility," she said, rather tranquilly. "You may call me Cybele, if you like, although that isn't my name and I almost never answer to it. I am here to grant you Three Wishes: One for the Maiden... One for the Mother... and One for the Crone." Oh," said Milo, who was somewhat flummoxed.