John did exactly that, enjoying feeling her body yield to him as he sank up to the balls inside her. “Taking your hot little body always feels wonde...rful,” he agreed. “But aren’t we forgetting our grey eyed companion?”“Don’t worry. I reached out to Dana, and sent her off with Rachel to do her tests. She’ll be back in time for breakfast,” Alyssa replied impishly.“So what’s the plan exactly?” John asked her, as he gathered her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. “Am I. I had tried to come up withthe right approach to convince Clint to end this, but wasn't sure ofit. Before I could search or bring up a chat room, an IM flashed on thescreen."Hi Missy. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. You sissy cucks neverrealize how grateful a bull is when you set us up with your lovelywives. All you're thinking of is your needs, but a bull appreciateswhat treasure you have."I couldn't help but blush when I read this. I knew he would not backoff and his assessment of my. She was irresistable.All she wanted was to look stupid, to closer resemble her father, to be the object of ridicule and humiliation. But her perfect body, her huge, fake tits, the tattoos that were starting to take over every inch of visible skin ... she was a walking wet dream, and there was nothing she could do about it.She began to take the outfit off, when a thought occurred to her. She'd long since learned of her father's "hobby" - going into a bar, dressed like a silly little girl, and. Your eyes glance around the hall: a hugely high-roofed hall, forming into a dome far above. The room's walls are all made of pure white marble: the only apparent exit is a huge set of double doors opposite you.And between you and the door, She stands - Pharysia, Sorceress of Vik'Aasi, the Ancient Order of Darkness. Terrifying and beautiful she is, though her form seems hard to ascertain: one moment she is tall and slim with raven-black hair, the next she is shorter and more squat with red, and.