You knowhow He gets when He's not pleased. Invariably they end up sobbing sissytears... Perhaps we'd better let her learn her trade by practicing onso...e other sissies first." Don't be silly!' exclaimed Lorraine, 'charlene knows EXACTLY how titty-fucking is supposed to be done, don't you sweetie? It seemed like youwere some kind of expert or something, humiliating me and criticizing myembarrassed efforts. I'm sure you'll be a natural! And just thinkhoney, you won't have to worry at all about. . the one that had echoed in his head all night."You!" he started, trying to rise from the bed but finding that he was held down by invisible bonds.The woman looked at him, still dressed in the skin tight black that she had worn earlier in the confessional. While she remained beautiful, there was something undeniably sinister and inhuman about her now ... her eyes a little too bright, her smile a little too knowing..."Did you not call to me, priest? Did you not call out for me in your fevered. Why would the king come here, personally? “Lead on, then, if you please.”And so they did. Outside her manor, in the long drive before the main doors, there were the massive warhorses that the Veronomigan Guard used- the only beasts capable of bearing the massive giants, truth be told. Beside that was one of the royal carriages, and within, was that ... Desiree and Adeline? A sinking feeling, deep within Marie’s gut, began to grow stronger.The guards lead her inside the manor, but passed by all. He was tall. Dark. He wore a robe sashed at the hip. Behind him a woman, a girl really, about my own age, she two had on a robe, sashed at the waist. And last to enter, the huge oaf of a man who carried firewood and opened the door for Mary. The door closed and I heard the bar fall into place on the outside of the door. I swallowed and waited to be addressed.His eyes covered me from my slipper clad toes to my hair, loose and falling over my shoulders."That chemise is useless on you." He said.