"Sure... I guess" Tell me a little of the problem..."Janine explained her and Alan's story. The old man listened intently, scratching his chin and nod...ding his head. When he finished his thought for a second, and went into the back room. He came back with a rather ugly little wood carving of a Leprauchan."How is that supposed to help?" asked Janine."I grants wishes... not big ones, of course. You won't get a million dollars out of this little fellow. But he can help the harmony of a situation.... “It is ok if you are scared little one”, she said in her gentlest voice. “I promise I will not go rough on you at the beginning, and that it will not be painful at all. When it happens, you will just drift off to sleep”. Her gentle voice had a calming effect on Sasha, and she quickly smiled at her and stopped her tears. Sasha would be a lucky girl today, as the Mistress wanted to saver her for a full all day smother, and since it was getting late, Sasha would not be sat upon for the night. . The after picture didn’t have what looked like a triangle shaped wad of steel wool. When I finished looking at those photos she handed me a brown envelope that contained other pictures.At first, they were more casual clothes, but like the other pictures she had shown me. The pictures changed to being her in plain, boring, white, wear to church, little girl underwear and bathing suits which were just as modest. At least at the regular places the person getting the leftover wax off or rubbing in. It is my seed and you are aware of its life. You’ve been aware of this before – although less viscerally. But now, this snowy afternoon, in this perfect string of perfect moments – you are acutely aware of its life as I pump again and you come so deep and pump yet again, over and over. You are holding me so tight. You wrap your legs around me to keep me right there. You feel your cervix pulsing right by the tip of my cock pressed hard against it. Our mouths re-join. Hard, then tender. The soft.