Me "put your hands on your side" T "okay daddy" (he revealed the perfect sissy clit, shrivelled up and no bigger than an inch) I led him into the show...r, handed him a razor and shaving foamMe "I don't want to see a single hair on you from your eyebrows down, this is an enema kit, fill it up with water, put it up your arse, squeeze and push the water out, repeat until the water you push out is crystal clear. Understood?" T "yes daddy" Me "use the moisturiser there after you're done and put this. Probably eating too much shit on the road."Raw fettock was not fit for the human stomach; it had to be roasted before it could be used for seasoning. He assumed dwarves liked it fresh and from the source. First he needed to make the tea."Coming right up," Pardin said. He marched over to the cupboard, doing his best to ignore the elf who was fuming in the corner. He took out five mugs and set about making tea. Pardin poured the water over the green tea leaves that were abundant on the other side. And I remember being a dominatrix, a hard woman who could be firm but gentle or a complete sadistic bitch, depending on the particular fantasy. There was one thing in common with each of these...that I was the one in control.I savored all these new fantasies which I'd just absorbed, which I had just imprinted on. There were other fantasies too, older ones for the most part and less developed. There were ones of classmates, of pretty girls, and even a few bimbos. However, these were weak. Just leave and I won't tell anyone..." Fleck reached down to his belt and for the firsttime, Megan saw it. A knife with a long, gleaming blade hung against his right leg. As he grabbed the hilt of the knife, Megan finally realized the truth. She was going to die. "OHGODNOOOOOO!" she screamed as he liftedthe knife over his head, "PLEASENOOOOO!!!!" Swiftly, he brought the blade down, slicing deepacross her bare stomach. Megan's body lurched up as it felt like her.