. at least most Faerie could use glamourie... somesort of magical illusion to disguise themselves. That had only saddenedme to learn that the blonde w...s even less real than I'd thought before.Then suddenly something dawned on me. It was something that Tryx hadsaid earlier. Something about that blonde."Iron," I gasped, turning to Tryx. "You said that Iron messes withmagic... right?"Tryx nodded slowly. "And your point is?" And that cage is made of magic... right?" I asked, gesturing to thecrystal. I put it on tightly and drop to my hands and knees.Finally it’s time to open the door and enter my own home. It’s the home that I work very hard to pay for so that my wife can have the lifestyle she so richly deserves. The doorknob, as with all the doors in the house is lever style. This allows me to open it with my mouth as I’ve already dropped to hands and knees. From the instant I open the door, I’m my wife’s little bitch puppy. I never stand and I speak only when spoken to.With time running. Her manly sigh only fueled my efforts as our arms cloaked each other in undisciplined fervor… My lips broke their hold, gulping down my anxiety as her fearless limbs swaddled the small of my back. I buckled, she tightened… I didn’t know it, but we had arrived at her home just as soon as the kiss started. Fiona unwillingly concluded the kiss as I tried to continue it. Shaking her head no, she lovingly grasped her hand in mine as she opened the limousine door. I understood that we had to come. She rubbed a bunch more of the lubricant over the plug, then forced herself to relax. She reached around and tried to push it in, but stopped when the wide part hit her muscle ring. Then she tried moving it in and out, and tried getting it in further with each stroke, but stopped once again when it started to hurt. If only there was someone who could just push it in as Lorraine had done. She could not ask Dawn or anyone else for that matter. She was beginning to panic and wondered what to do.