Rico was weaker than ever after the trials of the past two days, and was now slipping meekly under the control of the women, in the warmth of the bath...house his cock stiffened like a flag pole about to raise the white flag of surrender; his thoughts were firmly on his fate at the hands of the dominant redheaded Astra, as he watched the beads of perspiration run down the back and globular ass cheeks of the bitch who led him, as the other reminded him she was there, with sharp applications of the. "Huh? I didn't catch that," I say.A wickedly playful look dances in your eyes, as you shift up onto the pillows. You are wearing one of the worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. "Pervert!"Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you on your turf. "Oh yeah?! Pervert?!" I retort to your obvious glee; as I pounce over the bed I growl, "I'll show. Sacrifice? She can't mean me, can she? But of course she can. "No, no you can't," I protest. "You can't sacrifice me." The crowd silence at one gesture from the Queen. "But child, we can. We are the Fee, we can do whatever we want." The dread I feel turns into anger and I desperately latch on to the only thing I can think of. "I'm no child!" "Oh, but you are. Humans are such fragile small creatures, like children blundering around in ignorance. Your lifespans are so short, only a small. "Yeah, but you're a grownup. Shouldn't they call you Tom 0r Thomas? I hate it when people call me Jimmy. I'm not a little kid anymore!" Hmmm ... I guess everybody's always called me Tommy and I'm just used to it. But I can see how it can bug you. It's tough when people don't realize you've grown up, isn't it?" Yeah," the eight year old replied."There's one advantage of being called Tommy: when somebody uses my real name I know I'm in trouble and if they use all three of them, I'm really in.