It was almost as if she was his dream woman.Gravity-defying breasts, a toned stomach and a plump ass, shapely legs and a lovely face, perfectly framed... by her brown hair. It helped she wore little more than a thin white robe. And her most defining feature. A pair of massive, white wings behind her. Joe was speechless as the woman came towards him. When she was in front of him she spoke."You're Joe, right?", she asked in a soft voice that danced in his ears. He quickly nodded."Ah, good. I guess. Laudus broke her serious face and farted loudly, which made both handmaidens smirk at each other. No one was brave enough to comment on the raw smell or the noise.I touched the wolf’s nose and slid to the next slide, showing me mortally wounded in the forest. The witch rested on the blood-soaked ground, with arrows in her back. Sparrow was in the background with his bow. It didn’t really look like Sparrow, but it looked like a preteen boy of similar shape and size. Touching the screen again,. We both also agreed that a lady?s legs should be permanently hairlessand always be nicely moisturised. Trousers were clearly a no goregardless of the occasion or the weather. A woman should look like awoman and that meant a skirt or a dress.Likewise, no bare legs! That was simply not acceptable; instead awoman?s legs must at all times be adorned in sheer diaphanous, wellmaintained fine stockings. Tights should only be a last option wherestockings might be impractical, but again these should be. My repeating our litany assured him of my loyalty to Him, as well as sharing my need. The moaning and writhing of my hips, straining at the pretended helplessness of my bound wrists had evidently become a greater demand on Ben than anything else currently, and he simply clambered on the bed, his knees between mine. Laying upon me, he flexed his abdomen, and curled his knees, lifting my hips until my body was bent, and my knees were tilted back, my shins now level. Cradled like this, I was.