"I can't have babies. But then Iwas never planning on having them," she said truthfully, "so it's nobig deal." I'm sorry sweetie. But then you know wh...t they say. The cradle may beempty, but the playpen is still there." Beverly gave a little laugh andchanged the subject. "All done with the styling. Now for the color," sheannounced.Beverly was a perfectionist and the color process took a long time.While she was waiting for it to develop, she gave Michelle a manicureand pedicure. Mike had never. You can't hide it, can you? Not that you try... To answer your first question, as I've said before, that will be up to the e-techs. As of today, you have been transferred. You are out of my control. As to your second question... I do know 825 is trying to control herself, working harder at it than she ever has before... but Black Flags are almost never rescinded. The circumstances have to be exceptional... 714... You feel compassion for her, don't you?" Of course. I study with her, live with. The second demon--the one whose phalluswas embedded deep in Willow?s ass--panted and grunted, sweating profusely.Its prick was orange, looking rather like a slowly melting Popsicle.Bright, liquid orange beads formed along its length, dripping ontoWillow?s impaled buttocks, the backs of her creamy, smooth thighs, andonto her shapely calves. The third prick, a blue-black, iridescentmonster, stretched Willow?s cunt as wide as a softball as it slammed home,all of its foot-and-a-half length. I grabbed the box and got the other two out as well containing shoes, boots and assorted accessories. Collecting the assorted toys I put them in the first box and carried the lot downstairs. Michelle was behind the laptop talking to Katrina and I heard Dominance moving around in my kitchen. I set the boxes down on the table and left again, only to be stopped by Dominance. “Where do you store your liquor?” she asked with a demanding tone. I walked with her to the kitchen and showed her. She went.