He smiled. "And the other."She moved the other hand forward, watching his fingers squeezing her wrist before moving to the other arm, slowly, delibera...ely, his eyes looking into hers. Repeating the stroke down her forearm to her wrist. "Glasses?" He smiled. Leaning down she took them from her bag and handed them over, her lips parted.Nick brushed her hair back again, smoothing it, slowly placing the glasses on her face, correcting them, lining them up straight. He smiled and brushed the backs. FUNGAL PASSIONHer mushroom hairAnd her oval face,Coupled with the slendernessOf her rigid body,Transforms herInto a phallic woman,The streamers in her hairHer ejaculate.No wonder she spreadsHer outstretched handsTo warn of her androgyny;Her hands are everywhereAmong the cast-off pearlsOf her precious masculinity.HE-SHEHe is too lovely to be a boy;With eyes like thatAnd such kissable lipsAnd hair that just won't quit,He should be a girl,And, behind closed doors,More often than not,A cock up his. " "Clyde, I haven't told you what I do in this house to make money, but since you like the paddles, let me tell you. Men like to visit me to make their c***dhood fantasies come true. Many men, like yourself, like to relive their school years when they were spanked in school. I role-play with them where I am the teacher and they are the students. Of course they are naughty, and I spank them." "That sounds very interesting. Can you tell me more?" I asked. "Better yet, let me show you a special. That said, I leave you Black Manor, or more precisely now, Potter Manor. Not quite the same ring to it, but it’ll grow on you. I also leave you the rest of my fortune to do with as you please. The sum is great, but I know that things like money don’t matter to you. Family matters, so look around you and see these people here with you now. They ARE a family, the one you made for yourself. I love you all, good luck, in battle and in life. Someday, somewhere, we are destined to meet again. Just.