Erik had noticed before that the groom had no face, no well defined form in her mind. He interpreted it as in she simply hadn’t decided who that was...yet. But that day he recognized something, recognized the haze around that groom. He had seen it before. It was a shroud in the mind, used to hide something. The more someone did not want to confront something, the more this haze hung in the air. He felt stupid for not recognizing it before, quickly pushing past the barrier with his power. That’s. ‘Jason, come on,’ Jen protested. ‘Agreed?’ Jen sighed in frustration. ‘Fine,’ she hissed through gritted teeth. She knew she was trapped, if she didn’t agree and he left she’d never hear the end of it. ‘Don’t worry, we’re on the street now,’ he winked with a big smile and took her hand. Jen fixed a smile on her face and tried not to think about whatever it was she had just agreed to. She walked hand in hand with Jason back to her smiling mother. As they got close, Jason spoke up. ‘Hi, I’m. I had to count them in and itemize them in triplicate, of course. There were 1001 pairs. I decided to slip one pair in my tunic for Mrs Shaw as a treat, that would make the count a nice even 1000 ! When I came back to the 'digs' Gwen had taken a bath after doing her 'war-work' and she was in her dressing gown and slippers. She had my tea (dinner to us Yanks) cooking on the stove. She screamed with delight when I gave the pair of stockings to her and as soon as she finished her meal, she dashed. "OoooooooooooohhF-F-Fuuuuck!" I yelled, "Y-your big dick is h-hitting m-m-my button! M-mak-king meee cu-c-c-cuuuummm!! My PROSTATE DADDY!! OH MYYY GAWWWD!!! Awww Gawd Yessss!" I humped my ass wildly wanting more of that incredible sensation. I was going wildly delirious with unbridled passion. I tried my best to stimulate my big bull because wantied him to get off as much as I was. I was screaming now, losing control of my faculties, swept away by pure, wanton lust and debauchery. Nothing was.