Cori was going completely dress me up as a woman. From the skin out. Before long, I was wearing a white Victorian style corset, complete with garters ...hich held up a pair of silk stockings, matching white lace bra and thong panties and a pair of white pumps with a 3"heel. At this point, Cori had me practice walking around the room. I almost fell flat on my face at first but actually got the hang of it rather quickly. Next, of all things, she came out with a pair of water balloons saying "You. When Harold was naked, he kneeled at her feet, licking her boots until he was hard. That took a long time, sometimes, especially on the two days when she cut out the Viagra altogether. She loved to torment him, cruelly punishing him for being lazy and incompetent. And impotent. He would cry when she said that. When he was finally hard and she was satisfied with the shine on her boots, she would allow him to lick her cunt until she came. That also took a long time, almost always.It wasn't long. He took the job very seriously, and may well have taken them to bed with him. Shortly thereafter, I let him shoot my assault weapon. You will notice that I have been careful not to call it a rifle, since it was more along the lines of a machine pistol or a submachine gun. It did have a stock and could be fired like a rifle, and that was the form I used when shooting aurochs. The laser aiming dot and low power telescopic sights were quite adequate for up to 300 yards, but the bullets began to. I can’t place where I’ve heard it.He brings my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss on my palm. I try to hide a shiver at the unmistakable punch of lust it gives me. The gesture sparks a memory and I look up into dark eyes I remember very clearly.“You,” I whisper, taking a step back.“Call me Lucian, please,” he murmurs. “Should you not have that intimacy with the father of your children?”“I don’t know you,” I say, pulling my hand free to take a step backward. He already has his feet planted in.