”“You can’t be serious.”“I am. And come on, Jessy. If Michael, your sire, told you shit was about to go down and the Invictus were needed to...fix shit or mountains of people were going to die, Kindred included, you’d do it, too. Maybe not for the Invictus, but to save the lives of hundreds of paranormals, and millions of kine? And you know damn well you’d lock Eric up against his will if you thought he’d stop you.”“I ... fuck, I don’t know! I’d ... fuck me, I don’t know. I’d have talked with him. I found myself bouncing on my heelsaround the kitchen, partially because my breasts bouncing felt great, butalso I just felt wonderful. I plated her breakfast; cream cheese stuffedFrench toast with sliced bananas and homemade maple syrup.I took the plate into the dining room and set it before her. "YourBreakfast Madam" and then did a curtsey for some reason. She smiled at me,"I see the physical changes are also affecting your mannerism, I likethat." You are taking to this very well; it may not. Chris Williams was one of the hottest guys in their school and he knew it. Something about his quiet brooding attitude and good looks made him quite the heartthrob and heartbreaker as he pined away for the only girl he couldn't really have. Tory thought that maybe she could change that tonight.“Where’s your boyfriend?” Chris asked when Tory walked over to him with a playful smile on her face.“Somewhere with his boys getting drunk or stoned,” Tory said, “Where’s your girlfriend?”“Who? Annie?. I knew he was getting off on my willing subservience."You're a fucking sissy whore, aren't you?" he asked as he gripped the top of my head, using his other hand to slap his now 8-inch dick on either side of my painted face. "Open bitch," he growled, and then proceeded to slide himself in balls deep.My gag reflex kicked in, but I tried fighting it back. He seemed to enjoy the sounds I made, though - and I could definitely feel him getting harder whenever my throat spasmed. He would sink his cock.