This knowledge did not abate her confusion, with the caster of the spell dead she should have been dismissed back to the depths by now. Even though sh... new the ring was compromised she still avoided the lines as she skipped over it, only then did she realize just how bad things were. She had feet! Cute little pink human feet, each toenail painted a different color. Holding her left hand up she saw that the same was true her beautiful red skin was now a pink human skin, her lovely sharp talons. Her other ingenious ploy was to lie across my lap and defiantly inform me she was voting for Trump AGAIN. I required rotator cuff surgery after those paddlings.I had worked there several weeks before I met Mr. Dumont. I was in my revealing maid's outfit, bent over the pool table scrubbing Dorothy's stains. Her nectar proved quite potent as it seemed to eat through the felt like a xenomorph's blood. I felt eyes on my exposed bottom and turned toward the handsome voyeur, who introduced himself as. She acknowledged and I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and headed for the bathroom downstairs, which had a shower too. * * I heard Nicole walk into the kitchen but I didn’t look up because I was using a knife to break two chicken breasts off of a frozen together block of them. ‘You weren’t in the shower that whole time, were you?’ I asked, still struggling with the chicken. ‘No, I was almost out when you warned me it was raining, but I didn’t want to run into you when I wasn’t ready.’. " To the right ofMaster Cock's signature there was a line with the name Prissy underneathfor me to sign. Master Cock turned and handed me a pen. I took it and because of the partof 'not being hurt and memories are better then dreams,' I signed it witha minimal amount of hesitation although I hadn't contemplated what theentire document would really mean until later. I just knew this would bethe only time I'd ever have to turn my dreams to memories."Good," Master Cock said, "Now let's go in."He.