As I looked over at my Mistress oh my god was she hot; black stockings held up by a sexy garter belt and a black boustier that pushed her luscious tit... up and out. I could not wait to be made to crawl to her. I tried to finish getting dressed, putting on my padded bra over my newly shaved tits, my nipples getting hard by the material. As I was putting on my makeup I looked over and my Mistress was enjoying herself with her vibrator bussing on her hot clit grinding to a very hot rhythm. My. Jenny didn’t have any glassware big enough for that, and didn’t know where to get formaldehyde (the museum was many miles away, and might not have anything still intact anyway), but maybe she could find a compromise?There was a refilling station in town at the bottom of the hill with several large barrels of liquid coolant, so next morning she wheeled the head down the hill and found a bathtub with a plug. She put the head in the tub, then filled it with coolant and covered the top with a. Many have spoken of their potential and how, one day, their sorcery may surpass even that of Zenevieva.I felt pain at his words, realising that I would never again see her smile, and how I had defied her wishes on that last night. I would miss her terribly and I had to fight to stop the tears flowing.“My mother fell several days ago, during the battle," I said carefully, trying not to let the emotion show on my features.I saw a deep look of sadness cross his own face, though I think he had. She removed my lacy gown in stages, finally lifting it above my breasts and over my head. I was nude in front of a woman I barely knew. Helen stood up and took off her nightgown and said, "Well, Sarah, what do you think as she posed naked in front of me." "Wow, you are really pretty, Helen," and she was for her age. Helen was trim with a tight ass but the most outstanding aspect was her tits. They were pendulous breasts, hanging on her chest with a slight upward curve. They stood out like.