Brad was imagining what Ashley might look like in just the sweater-dress. Of course, she'd have to have more buttons done, especially a few below the ...aist. “You wearing any underwear,” he asked. Ashley grinned. “I'm not sure that's any of your business,” she teased. Brad knew Ashley wasn't really upset by his question but he pretended to back it down some, “You don't have to answer, I was just curious is all. I was thinking that sweater thing would be really sexy if you weren't wearing. In the field we saw three deer slowly walking towards the opposite side of the clearing. It was a mother and two fawns that couldn’t have been more than a month old. Clare inhaled softly in an “oh that’s so cute” manner, all three deer stopped dead and turned their heads to look right at us. I couldn’t believe what Clare did next, she actually stood up and waved at them. Right away all three of them broke into a run and were gone. She sat down in the middle of the path with a pouting look and. .. it bound us and... The light knifed into my soul. My back arched. I let out a cry of shock as it attacked something inside of me. It hacked at ... at cords bound about my heart. It severed the bondage of lust chaining me to my father. That ache, that itch deep in my cunt that never truly went away but that I was just ignoring, vanished. My need to be fucked by my father, bred by his incestuous seed, evaporated. The cords of the corrupted priestess’s spell fell away from me.I. Was. Free.Tears. Frankly, it was boring. I want to try this." Albert continued keying in his choices. Slender, but athletic. He passed through the hair choices - red, blonde, brunette, black - they were all there. Curly, straight, wavy. And the display dutifully showed examples of each choice. Albert selected those details, then turned to the face. Nose, eyes, ears, chin, cheeks, lips. "So many details," Albert commented softly as he continued keying in his choices. And the choices went on. Hands. .