She may have been right. Because of her I have lived a good and fulfilled life. I think sacrificing a paltry six months of that life to be the sex toy...of a fascinating and mysterious creature was a small price to pay for that gift... don’t you?I think that may come close to the truth. She saved my life. I think that by her own moral standards that meant that she owned me. I was her possession. I might have been her dearest possession and one for whom she had the greatest affection but her. Yeah, it was horrible. But how long ago did Triss and Jen brutally butcher a bunch of kine, sacrificing them into a big rusty bowl, so Triss could communicate with some otherworldly entity of blood and pain? Those people had been brothers, sisters, sons and daughters, maybe even mothers and fathers too. Tough to think of the hunters as being so low, when—no. No, don’t think that shit. The people you killed were just scumbags and worthless cockroaches. What you did is not the same as killing the. The way her little snatch sucked at my tongue I knew that this was the pussy I would eventually cum inside of; I didn't see how I couldn't.I kept my tongue in contact with her dripping pussy until she had ridden her orgasm for all it was worth. I slowly backed away watching her until she opened her eyes and smiled at me with gratitude."That was amazing, Lee. Thank you." It was my pleasure, believe me. But now you should make room for the next lucky girl." She quickly moved off the couch. And. Goodbye."A few minutes later, the phone rang and Dad answered, "Hello? Hi, Joe, thanks a lot. I'll call him right now."Dad dialed and said, "Everett Johnson? This is Douglas McLoud. Joe Jones said that I could call you to put some money on the Red Sox-Yankees game on July 4th. What are the odds on the Red Sox winning? 10 to 1? Wow! I'd like to put $25 on the Red Sox. OK. Thanks. Goodbye." Well, son, we've started." Dad, to change the subject: do you think that I could get a motor scooter, now.