He handed me one of the papers, and there it was. This young man was my son!"What is your mother's name?" I asked."Colleen."I closed my eyes and the m...mory of that Saturday morning came back me. I was remembering the tour of the apartment until we go to the bedroom. Colleen turned to face me and waved her hand. "You can tell, yellow is my favorite color," she said. Shades of yellow were everywhere, and the bed covers were turned down to reveal soft yellow sheets.The memory was different now, it. Their powers were in flux, to say the least, even as their dominion over all that is "unholy" grew.Not that there was much distinction nowadays. Sure, Heaven was a bit more stuck up. More prudish, even, but there's only so much you can do for an eternity. Lucifer had learned that firsthand, but by now all his power fantasies had faded. Well, at the very least he didn't want control over heaven. But control over his bitches, control over hell and the human race? Yeah, that was still a huge turn. .. slut... sissy... whore... cumslut ... etc... from my mouth. When I pressed her she said she would sometimes fantasize about me calling her names when she pleasured herself while having a dildo in her tight hole. I was of course going to call her all of those things, but she wasn’t quite ready to hear it ... yet. Brenda and I were finally able to schedule a time to meet and have her model for me. Brenda arrived and was very nervous. I greeted her with a hug and a peck on the forehead. I felt extremely good about Jennifer’s visit and it gave me hope for the future. But with that hope came the realization that if things went the way that Jennifer wanted them to, it didn’t bode well for Stephie, Karin, or Sofia.I had a lot of things to think about, and my talks with Sofia, Karin, Anala, and Jennifer had made a huge difference. Anala’s analysis was absolutely correct - I had to sort out my inner contradictions before I did anything else. I couldn’t put my life on hold trying to.