He can do these things; has done these things. And he plans to do more, to finally succeed where he had failed before."But in the end these are all ju...t visions. And you reflect those visions back. Like a reflection within a reflection within a reflection ad infinitum, you get stuck in the illusion of it, in the depth that has no real depth. A vision coalesces, of the end, of the death of immortals, of swords sweeping simultaneously to lop off heads, of chaos in the aftermath. It's a powerful. ” I smiled at her and adjusted my huge erection in my pants. I worshipped her sockfeet for awhile and I began licking them and she just couldn’t get enough. Neither could I.She said, ”You done such a great job breaking Jake’s foot and leg that I want you to break both of my feet, ankles and legs up to my hips anyway you want and as damage them as badly as you want.” I was blown away by what she said. I had twisted and broken her feet, ankles and legs before, but it had been very limited so that. The taste of our combined fluids caused my pussy to tingle and my nipples to throb. There was something about cleaning Brad after we made love that rekindled my lust. I took his member between my lips and used a firm suction to pull him to the opening of my throat. My tongue stroked the underside of his shaft and my nostrils flared. I slowly pulled my head up until I felt the ridge of his cock at my lips, opened my mouth and took him all the way. I clamped my lips around the base of his cock. “Hey, baby girl. It’s Daddy. Did you get everything cleaned up?”“Sure did, Daddy.” she replied.“Cool deal. Paige there yet?”“Yeah.”“You want me to pick up some pizza for dinner.”“That would be great Mr. D.” Paige yelled in the background. “I want sausage.”‘I bet you do.’ I thought to myself. My mind was pretty much always in the gutter. “What about you, Simone? What kind of pizza do you want?”“Sausage is fine, I guess.”“Alright, baby girl. I’ll order the pizza and get it on the way home. Love.