" While the siblings had been busy and were now eating pizza, Mark had swing by the small pizzaria owned by his mother and aunt for fresh deliveries. ...The young man surprised his mom with a quick peck on the lips. Stunned but oddly not unhappy she giggled " What's that about?" He told her about the face cleanser and told her how pretty she looked before heading out. Flushed and flustered she went to the ladies room to check herself in the mirror. A smooth unlined face looked back hazel eyes and. Voice 1: Should I try and get the owl's attention?Voice 2: You're kidding, I hope. Call the New York office, and have themsend somebody over to Hempstead to bring him in.Voice 1: What about the letter? The two... charms are right there on thepage.Voice 2: This agency does not accept the existence of magic, notofficially anyway. I've heard rumors of something; a Bureau 13, Ithink, that deals with such things.Voice 1: Shall I forward it to them?Voice 2: I don't see how. Officially, they. “How do we do this?”“We must unite our sexes, pressing them as close as possible, and concentrate most hard on her virginal love.”Angela's smile grew. “And you're not trying to control how we make love tonight?”“I would never do that, my Queen,” I gasped.She laughed, moving her legs, scissoring them with mine as she leaned back. “I know you wouldn't. You're my concubine.”“Always,” I breathed, my heart racing as she pushed her pussy closer to mine, her ass sliding up my right thigh. I leaned. I was happy though and lunch went byfast as did the rest of the day. I was soon slipping into bed alone andrecited the Prissy-Sissy mantra and drifted off into sleep. My dream wasanother repetition of a sissy stepford wife dream I had before.I awoke and got depressed about the situation I was still in and said myPrissy-Sissy mantra. I was soon upstairs in my Neon Pink PVC maidsensemble doing my morning breakfast and sexual services duties beforereturning to Francine's for my morning shift. I.