“I was thinking that it would be so sexy if you were to wear it here, at home when you ‘serve’ me in the evenings.”I blushed, but answered, �...�Yes, Mommy.”“Excellent, Peter, I see you are learning! Now, my panties are so wet, I think we’d better get you in position for a nice long worship session, under my dress.”Grateful that things had resumed some kind of normality, I went to work on her satin-covered pussy, with relief and devotion.For the next few weeks, life continued in a relatively. A few people that she had encountered had called her names; she didn't know the meanings of Cunt hussy, home wrecker. Of course these words came from the mouths of women who had men, and they guarded them jealously. She didn't understand why but after the third try she decided that she wanted one too. She watched him working in the house she had no idea what he was doing but he seemed to be moving around. There was a pen of Chickens and some hogs in the yard. She understood why she was now in. The crack it made against the stone floor seemed to reverberate through the room. It activated the spell on the door of his quarters, which opened as he approached it. He reached it before it had fully opened. In his anger, he whacked it with the top of his staff, sending it careening backwards on its hinges and smashing loudly against the stone wall. When it swung back towards the anxious guards after Q'yros had left, the thick wood had been splintered badly in several places.The passages. I had someone look to see if I needed stitches. Nope just a bleeding bruise. I have like a three inch scab along the top of my head. I stayed awake for two hours to make sure of no concussion then took a Naproxen to make sure I wouldn’t tighten up like a board during the night and other than a little soreness that I still have. That was that.It was a dissonant experience though. People were concerned for me which I’m glad of. The part that confused me was they were acting like this was some.