The hair had to go first. The greasy black turned to the color ofmidnight, the strands becoming disheveled as the magic did its work.Then her face be...ame more hawkish, downtroden, sallow. Already paleskin went straight to white.It wasn't a pretty face, but it wasn't meant to be. If the Fuhrer hadbrought Hell on earth, then Fiore could justify turning him into Hel.The man was known for his love of Norse mythology, after all.Soon, Fiore was admiring her handiwork. Oil painting on canvas,. “I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses; shall I tell it?”“Pleeease,” they chorused, including Art; age nine really isn’t too old for a good bedtime story.So Nanny sat on Jessie’s bed, with Art on Frances’s, and she began.“Once upon a time there was a Witch and a Sorcerer who went about sometimes disguised as Dragons. Nearby their lair was a pink palace where lived a beautiful baby Princess.”The girls giggled, only one sentence in and they already had a. "Yohann gave her a warm smile and looked at the plate of fruit. "I am not too hungry after the torture yesterday. Will you have some?" Yohann asked and Sunniva reluctantly shook her head. She did want some but couldn't eat such luxuries, she would be fired."You have some," Yohann asked of her, expecting the girl to leap on the fruit but she shook her head. "I can't. I'd lose my job." And smuggling me out of prison won't?" Yohann asked and Sunniva gave a smile."I guess, but don't you want it?" I. She moaned softly.And suddenly the bitch came. She came hard on my cock; I could sense she came really very hard, as she opened her red lips and screamed with pleasure…The second her tight anus started pulsing around my cock with the power of her wild orgasm, I took my soaking wet fingers from her clit and shoved two of them between her plump red lips, making her suck on her juices as I pulled her head back to my face.I thrust even harder into her ass, as another orgasm wracked her entire body.