Enough of that, however; I had problems of my own. I needed to do something right away about the dagger wound. It was deep and serious. I didn't know ...f it was life-threatening in itself, but the internal bleeding could easily kill me.I reached out with one of my new powers, dulling the pain somewhat. That merely kept me from collapsing and fainting, but didn't repair any of the damage or heal me any. I needed to get to Megan for that. I called into view the house where everyone was waiting,. Before I got married I lived with a relative in a different state for over a year, and that turned out to be a great opportunity for my fetishistic life. She was a large older woman and thus had a variety of girdles and undergarments that she never threw away when they got holes in them or became too soiled to wear anymore. They were ideal for me though and the idea that the stains on them came from her pussy and ass were like instant aphrodisiacs to me. Her home was also the first place I got. A moan started in her toes, and raced up her body like a locomotive before exploding from her mouth. She shuddered, quivered, and spasmed. Eventually, her breathing eased. A smile crossed her face, and she milked my still hard cock with her vaginal muscles. "Now, on a scale of one to ten that was a..." I ventured. "Six. Last night was a bunch of fives and sixes, with one, oh, let's say fifteen! I give our first night, ... the one where I passed out ... a twenty nine! " she was wriggling her. ‘MMM…so John…what positions are you interested in filling here at ‘Blonde Girl Productions?’ Ashley asked me, licking her lips and trying to avert her stare from the bulge between my legs, but the harder it got, the more I noticed Ashley staring at it. ‘I would be interested in filling several positions actually Ashley…’ I told her, my voice trailing off intentionally to let the double entendre hang in the air. ‘Really? MMM…like what??’ she whispered, getting up and locking her office door.