” Then she laughed and said, “If I tell him to suck your jizz out of me, he will.”After hearing them the night before I didn’t doubt it, but f...nding me with my dick in my mother would change our relationship, and not necessarily for the better, so I tried another track.“You need to get off me or I’ll be late for school.”“You aren’t going to school today. I called and they are still working on the problem. You are in for a long day, Bobby, but I promise that it will be an enjoyable one.”I would. I could not decide if I looked like a trashy sex slave ready to be used; or a mistress who would elegantly make her needs known with a flutter of the fingers. But, the feeling of chaos in my head and the willing loss of control excited me.I was losing control and the feeling intoxicated me.When I arrived Mistress Monique was sitting on a throne. A huge wood and leather armchair that stood on a wide carpeted dais. The rest of the room was empty but I noted that the walls were festooned with. The girls seemed to grow bigger in front of him. Without clothes, hecouldn't see his arms, legs and torso growing into each other, inches ofhis height disappearing in front of them. His head felt heavy, before ittoo shrunk into itself. The halo didn't make a sound as Greg lost severalinches from his height and size.Panic made his breathing more rapid before the cold brushed against thesmooth skin of his nipples. They engorged into the cool air, filling withenergy before they pushed outwards. " Yes, sir, Mr. Atkins, sir. I'll do better! Ya'll see!" I'd better. Now, git outa my office!" Yes, sir, Mr. Atkins, sir."Sean waved Ezra away from the window. "Let's git to the Ranger office an' report what we know."Three hours later, they staggered out of the Ranger office looking as if they had just undergone three hours of the most grueling torture imaginable. "I swear to Goshen, I hate to write them there reports!"Yeah, me, too, pardner. Sometimes I think there must be a better way to make.