"And that's just what the cursed man wanted. A shadow meant that the sun wasn't hidden."'Do you get all poetry often?' "Often enough. I do like the tr...ditional girl-things."His back to her, he stopped to overreact, 'Well, I don't! I'm a guy! Guys don't like pretty words, and talking too much when it's not about sports, or games, or comics, or, or...' He remembered those "talks": '-I don't want to become a girl!'"You're not going to be 'a' girl: You're going to be me, you know!" Nicole said, her. An orgasm, I thought, and that pressed my firing button. I began unloading my stressed-out balls into my niece's mouth.She gulped, and sperm leaked out, down her chin, then she swallowed and I belched another load of spunk into her. She got her throat working, but there was also more leakage, which rolled down her chest onto her boobs. I rubbed it in and around her areolae. I finished firing my seed in her mouth, and she tightened her lips round my cock shaft as I withdrew it, stripping it. At the time of the interview I still wore the massive bandages, and had very restricted movement of my head. The surgeon really wanted me to knit together, and avoiding ruining his work, and dying was a high priority for the hospital staff. The agents were very careful not to push too hard, or let me get wrought up about anything.It was quite late when they left, and the trauma nurse stayed to make sure they hadn't caused me to wreck their best work, and when she discovered that I was the one. The bronze collar’s where enchanted making the slave’s mindless without a will of their own, as their thoughts turn to mosh keeping them in total obedience under deep hypnotic state. They have no other choice to obey their masters whim’s and desire’s, nothing else mattered except their feelings for their master. Without thought or resistance completely mindless, obedient and horny. The enchanted collar’s were made by the sorcerers of Eagles Peak for their vulgar master as the mind control.