‘I placed the Pendant of Persephone around your neck. You really should have studied the Scrolls of Atlantis–they would have told you that the Pen...ant of Persephone is a powerful magical artifact, created by the dark god Hades to bind his bride in thrall. Already, it works its decadent magics upon you, my dear. You can no longer use your venture-powers to attack me. Soon, the magic will sap away your will, your intellect, your vaunted strength of character, leaving you an empty-headed slave to. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I felt compelled to say something to make her feel comfortable. ‘Any time you want to stop is okay with me.’ Her pause was brief, but the moment seemed to last for hours as I tried to read her face. She looked me in the eye and spoke slowly, the choice of each word an obvious effort. ‘I mean that if I get any more turned on I won’t be able to decide to stop. God, I’m so hot and horny right now.’ I had no idea how to take that. I was flattered that I could get. They tied it off so that I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t breathe at first. The automotive response shut off my airway. But the brain will override when oxygen is needed. Even though I had this long cock shaped thing in my throat, I started to breath through my nose. I soon became used to it. Just as well, because it stayed there for several hours. The two bitches left me alone in the room, hooked up to a pole with the dildo strapped in my mouth”“Later another cock shaped strap was shown to. Once on the train she had the days Wall Street Journal and USA Today. Plus, she had Joe go over everything he had done the day before with hopes it might give her insight on anything discussed at WSG. She was still a bit nervous that she might miss Joseph at Penn Station, although Joe said it would be impossible. She looked like she was packed for a move, rather than 3 weeks, with Joe's bag with her as well. This way if there were things she had forgotten, Joe could add them on his trip. The.