Would it be, some day? Would I discover that my return was for a purpose, beyond the second chance at a good life that it gave me?If I had a purpose, ...I would find it or it would find me. If I was meant to reveal the fact of my return to others, the moment would come when I would make that decision. In the meantime, I would be content to work on my second chance and the mostly unknown future of Sam Kendall. For certain, I had four years to work on whether this Sam Kendall was going to try to. They lived in a comfortable flat with a balcony in the center of the city. They were c***dless and she had always doted on him as a c***d and now looked at him in wonder that he was almost fully-grown. She was in her late thirties and still attractive so he wondered why they had no c***dren. “Aunt Mattie” he called. “Aunt Mattie!”She came to the bathroom door.” Yes?” she replied.“Aunt Mattie, there are no towels here.”“Ok, hold on” she said. She pulled a bath towel out of the closet and walked. It was crazy, more impossible than anything. But considering how many impossible feats I’d already accomplished, I knew I had a shot. I held the knife up to my hand once again. This time, though, I reared the knife back a few inches. I got a general sense of where to aim and then closed my eyes. I exhaled slowly, focusing myself on my increasing power to defy all logic. All this time the only thing I ever had to do was believe in my ability to do something and it would be done. This shouldn’t. Master Conner directed me to the toilet and I gratefully sat down and let go. I felt that I was turned inside out. Conner very carefully cleansed my bottom. He had me bend over once more, applying a gel to my ass. Then he slid in a small butt plug. All this time I was on the verge of going crazy, wanting to cum so badly. He slapped my ass several times, pushing on the plug in my ass. I moaned. "You want more don't you, slut? Yes, your slit is wet with cunt juice." His fingers caressed the lips.