I needed people more than ever, but I knew that for now, I’d hang in there. I’m my mother’s daughter. I learned much from Mom’s final journey ...hose years ago. Hoped that I could be half as good as she was. As expected, they confirmed a mass in my right breast. The thing to do now was to take a sample of the tissue, perform a biopsy. Terry warned me because of where it was exactly located, it could very well be painful. Think something like a cork screw RIPPING SOME OF YOU OUT OF YOU. For some. It was earlier than she was used to getting up, but she was wide awake. “Well, ma’am, you are up early this morning,” Betsy, her maid, commented. “Yes…well, that is neither here, nor there,” Victoria commented, absently. “Let’s get you dressed, my lady. You have a big day ahead of you,” Betsy smiled. Victoria frowned. What did she mean? It was Tuesday. She usually spent the day reading or sewing. Although her mind was full of questions, she was a proper lady and would wait to speak to her. Her fleshy sack swung back and forth, inching ever closer to his chin as she crammed more of her thick cock down his waiting gullet.Christopher did his best to ignore the gagging sensation and focus on pleasing his new Mistress. He wagged his tongue along the bottom of her cock, applying suction to her shaft each time she pulled back and opening his mouth slightly wider for each thrust. The familiar thirst clawed at his stomach, and he realized, suddenly, that only his well hung Goddess could. "You can ignore it and stay uncomfortable, or you can embrace it." What do you mean, embrace it?" I asked.Instead of answering, Jeff asked, "What made you uncomfortable?" Seeing Neal looking at my body, knowing that he was thinking about it naked," I told him."And you wanted him to ignore those thoughts, so you were uncomfortable," he told me. "But it happened, and it will happen again. You are not Rachel Miller, Ice Princess. You are Rachel Miller, Senior Class Slut. Embrace that. Become your.