The she pulled Candy out fromunderneath the desk and had her kneel at my feet."Sweetie," mother began, "I'd like you to meet my son." Hello, Sir," she...said as she stood and curtseyed. "Thank you for allowingme to service your wonderful cock." I'm sure that the pleasure was all his," mom continued, "but now, pleaseexplain your services to my son." Yes, Ma'am," Candy said as she curtseyed once again. "I am a sissy slutcompanion. I have been highly trained to serve any and all of. "Gareth, she might be Kugnaean," he raised an eyebrow. "Is that wise?" Actually, brother," I explained, "I think she is Nagnang." You are giving Guest Rights to a Nagnang?" Alon whispered to me urgently. "Aren't we practically at war with them? She might be a spy!"My smile became a bit strained."Let her go, brother."Both Alon and I could sense the Nagnang girl's presence with our enhanced Do hearing, but when she was released there was no sound of flight. Alon at least was visibly. "Face the room, bend down and strap your legs tightly to the chair, and then lower yourself so you take the dildo in your ass."Now the same thing happened that happened yesterday when I was asked to undress and place myself over the punishment horse to get spanked. I just couldn't do it. It was too unreal for me. I couldn't do it. Total turmoil inside."What are you waiting for, stupid bitch? Strap your legs and sit down on the dick in the chair. How hard can that be?"He was taunting me, and. Let's indeed make the most of it."It was another five minutes before Bill delved in the freezer and found a lasagne that could be micro-waved from frozen. He poured them both a drink which they took through to the drawing room. They had hardly sat down before the telephone rang. Bill answered it. It was his mother."Darling," she said, "I tried to ring you yesterday but no answer." No, Mum, I spent the night at the hospital in case Wendy needed me." How is the poor girl?" Doing well. She's.