"Are you sure that's okay? I know it's not ideal and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to see me any more..." Course its okay!" I said reassurin...ly. What else could I say? I supposed it didn't matter if nobody knew about us yet. My friends were certainly becoming a little curious, but as far as they knew, I was simply busy with work and this was the reason I hadn't been around so much lately. It was on the tip of my tongue to announce it to the whole world, but I respected Chris's request. These days, we rarely fuck in the missionary position, but back then, we were still in that mindset that a good, old-fashioned fuck meant the man goes on top. Nothing wrong with that, by the way. Just because it isn’t inventive or clever doesn’t mean it can’t feel good.And boy, did it ever feel good! After months of denial, the waiting was over, and he thrust in and out of me with long, deliberate strokes. Having trimmed my strawberry blonde curls, the friction of his body rubbing against mine. When Candi saw that vial of ‘Missive-Maker’, her eyes got as big as saucers. She then stared at me and mouthed, ‘Not for Lisa, right?‘I simply shook my head negatively and said, “Not until I’m sure of her true nature.”“Thank you, Master,” Dr. Candi softly replied with relief etched on her face.I then went over to Candi’s assortment of toys and examined a few of her expected and unusual items. I first grabbed a bottle of ‘surprise-surprise’ strawberry scented massaging oil. I felt it best to. One side would gain an advantage, only to lose it weeks, months or years later. In this world The Goddess of life ruled over, and she hated death above anything else. People could die naturally but not by another person. Instead everyone had life points, and when that number dropped to zero, the Goddess herself would pick them up by magic panties and place them on the tree of life to hang by their underwear until their time was up. As one can guess, in a world like this winning a war is not.