Her hair was now straight and silky and she shortened it with the scissors that were so sharp that even a single light touch of either blade would res...ult in the flowing of blood. Now her hair was braided into a tight pattern and she raised it to a small circle on the top of her head. It was like a crown of golden tresses reflecting the light of the royal candles driving away the shadows of the night.Her undies were stitched by the Sisters from the Carmelite order and were of the finest silk her. Time lost meaning again, but she somehow knew far less had gone by than last time. ‘My name is Cassea Voss.’ She threw her head back, spread her legs and let the dam crumble. She started up at the ceiling thinking how beautiful the stone work was. Everything was beautiful. He watched her ride it out, slowing his ministrations, savoring the look on her face. She really was stunning, and, even now, so spirited. ‘Every time you speak the truth, your reward will feel just this good. You won’t tire. " "Ummm, oh my god... I..." He clamped his mouth shut. What washe doing?!She giggled and grabbed his hand. "It's OK. I understand. We get gurlslike you, all the time."Paul looked into her eyes sheepishly. She didn't know it, but inside hishead was this voice trying to control him. The voice of Pansy Pumpscock.But that didn't make sense because it was his voice and she was PansyPumpscock. OMG, I need to be making men cum! The phrase bounced aroundhis brain over and over again. It was his truth.. She had long hair too, and a gigantic pair of boobs. My stars, that girl looked like she'd been hit in the back with a pair of Cruise Missiles. From there on down lets just say there was plenty of her. My old buddy had told me once "There ain't no ugly women, old son, just some of them oughta stayed at home." That would be a big ten-four, good buddy.What the hell, I ain't looking for a room mate. I turn on what little charm I have and spread it about evenly toward them both. About that time,.