Mrs. Mears, also smiling, invited him into the kitchen and drew him a big glass of water. “Have to get my checkbook,” she said, “be right back.�...�Bill sat and rested, feeling healthy and satisfied with having done another good job, mentally totaling up his college fund, both the taxable part from mowing lawns and doing odd jobs and the tax-free presents he had been getting for having sex with several of the local grass widows and neglected wives.That side line was now in its third year after one. He picked me up at the airport, and I knew immediately that I took the right decision, that I am at the right place, when I saw Him waiting for me and smiling at me.He gave me a kiss on my forehead and said: welcome my slave!Of course I felt a bit fear, but He gently guided me to His car and as we drove away from the airport, He began to explain what this day of arrival would bring for me.So I knew what was awaiting me, when He stopped the car at the entrance of His property and ordered me to. It's more fun that way."She smiled, "I can't believe you just said that. I...uhhh...ohhh!!!"My mother let out an incredibly loud moan as my fingers started rubbing her clit. Her eyes widened and so did her mouth. It suddenly dawned on me that I had complete sexual power over my well-respected mother while she was in this state of hypersexual-activity. My fingers, which were becoming wet with her fluids, didn't let up as I continued to furiously rub her clitoris and labia."Oh god....that feels. Ignoring the startled shout of a villager who spotted his appearance,Gwri lifted a spear and threw it into the chest of a man with the headof a pig. His second spear followed close behind to strike another withthat of a fox.Gwri's doubted not that these were his foe, dressed for war unlike mostof the villagers. Stories told of such creatures being in the employ ofthe Fomorians, possibly even a twisted branch of Fomorian. Nothing goodwas ever said of these man-beasts, only their cruelty was.