"What has happened?"The stupid bastard was drunk, and he got knocked down by a passing taxi. He will probably live unfortunately, but he insists he wa...ts you to stay with him."Katie grabbed her clothes and ran from the room as I turned to grab my pants. Doris stopped me by grabbing my pants out of my hands."Not so fast you. You have just fucked my fifteen year old step daughter who is an underage girl. Now Tony Nash you had better be willing to fuck one horny woman to buy her silence. You can. Lifting it to her nose, she could smell him on it, beautiful, earthy, infused male spice in one torn cloth. It was all she could do to stop inhaling him. ‘Ragnar. I know your there. I know you can hear me.’ She spoke softly to the quiet wood. Moving past the oaks, putting the torn cloth in her apron pocket, she was on the ground before she could scream in shock. A heavy weight by her side, strong legs over hers, and a beautiful mouth melting away her anger. By Freya, he had forgotten how. Could we please get out of here?" I asked."Oh, apparently you don't understand. I am to be referred to as Mistresswhile you are aware of your masculine side. I'm going to tell you what'sgoing to happen now, just because I want to see the look on your face. Iam going to suppress Brett again, but I will also set Brandi's libidoloose. I'm going to have you sucking a stranger's cock inside of fiveminutes." Please, mistress, no!" Uterus" she said. Suddenly I felt fine. I felt better than fine.. Herbare legs were tightly crossed; she flicked her free footnervously. A black pump tottered from her toes. Now andthen she flexed her foot and the shoe like an obedientdog snapped to her heel. She would hold it like that fora moment or two before relaxing again, the pump droppingonly to sway at the end of her foot.Such an obedient shoe, Mr. Bixly thought. So lucky. To besummoned by her feet. To service her toes. To look uppast miles of leg to that most holy of triangles… Mr.Bixly felt.