I was the kind of guy she wanted. Onewho wasn't very manly and was easily manipulated. That explained whyshe was so eager to micromanage my life. D...ing that gave her pleasure.One thing about my dressing made her very happy. She saw it as a wayto deepen her control over me. So she began having me wear panties andstockings around the house. Sometimes there were aprons. Other timesit might be a bra with the cups stuffed, though the socks that wereused at first were soon replaced by breast. Carrie had conveniently found a movie that had a mature rating for sexual content, and again, she had made margaritas. She even opened the sofa bed so the two could get comfortable. Mina came from the kitchen with the pitcher of margaritas and a bowl of popcorn. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail that hung down between her bare shoulder blades. Her tank top was barely there, showing cleavage and midriff, and she wore a pair of boy shorts under her silk robe. Carrie was dressed about the same. The power of the Valkyrie! She became a warrior like no other! Wielding both powerful magic and incredible might she rode into battle. Sporting special, not to mention sensual, armor forged by the mighty god of the forge Hefistus himself! With her mighty blade she cut down the very giants and demons she once ran from.Soon this mighty warrior recruited others, creating a small but powerful platoon of elite Valkyrie warriors! None could stand against them! After countless battles Odin, the mother. I caress your face and shoulders, watching your head bob up and down like a derrick, see your eyes open but not focussed.I feel myself coming, part of me guilty that it took so short a time, but the rest not caring as you swirl your tongue around my head. I feel my shaft pulse against your finger as, for the first time in my life, I pump my sperm into someone's mouth. You suck it down easily, milking me and getting the last few drops out and I wonder how it tastes to you; how it compares to all.