. . that she was not what you wanted . . . not what you needed." And that changed everything?" he asked."No." Then tell me, sweet peeper."She took a d...ep breath. "What changed it was . . . was . . ." She stopped."Tell me," he urged her gently."I . . . " She stopped again and her voice quivered. "I . . . " You . . . ?" I hated her for not being what you needed."Owen was caught off guard. He stood and thought and smiled. Such loyalty from the shadows; he was impressed. He stepped back and looked. Miranda Oliver liked to think of herself as a strict mother. She knew for a fact her children didn’t like it. But that was her vision- to raise children who had dissipline. The world today lacked that dissipline. She resented it. While she was cooking her famous Macaroni and Cheese, she saw her three children and their friend standing by the pool. It looked like they were arguing. Not too serious, but still. Her oldest, Kevin, had a grin on his face. She knew this grin wasn’t good. He was. As if on instinct, I sucked on the penis gag and it spurted into mymouth!She chuckled at my reaction as the disgusting, slimy mixture ran downmy throat. But as it settled in my stomach, I felt a soft euphoriagently warm my body."Artificial sperm," Lady Cox said. "The same taste and consistency asthe real stuff and laced with a delicious drug cocktail of variousstimulants and some very mild hallucinogenics. Devilishly addictive,I'm told. The goal is to make you addicted to sperm," she said,. I raised my hand to my mouth and started licking making sure to get it all. Jennifer said nothing she just had that same sinister look of satisfaction on her face that Mistress gets.After thing had calmed down Mistress sent me to the back room to remove my lingerie but had me keep my makeup and wig on. When I returned I notice mistress hand changed her clothing and was now in a t-shirt and yoga pants like Jennifer. Mistress had me sit on the floor in front of them leaning up against the couch..