The sound of the television greets me as I walk into the living room. Both Elise (eight) and Ben (eleven) are sitting on the floor, folding laundry. T...ey’re good kids-at least most of the time. Bens’ father had been killed in an accident shortly after his son’s birth. Lorette told me she wasn’t too broken up over it; the guy had been something of a loser anyway.“Then while the hell did you sleep with him,” I had asked.She shrugged. “I was lonely.”There wasn’t much to say to that.Elise’s father. He opened his text book and stared at it. Doing something that he hadn’t done in a while, he started thinking about how he was going to get some more gold for the next magic gift. The Dwarves had used all of his gold to coat his truck. His money was flying away at an ever increasing rate.Thoughts about the next gift made him think about his current magic gift. He came to the rather remarkable conclusion that his use of it was rather limited. He could make things move. He could use light things. I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to wonder how big his cock was. It was weird that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a well to do businessman of some sort. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussy he would give us a ride home. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab ride. I decide to ask him.Catherine: "Excuse me. Hi. My name is Catherine."Lonnie: "Hi.. Come along! So I did and so I had, had come a long way under whatwas now very clearly his supervision. I wonder do people get that hebosses me completely. They must do, its what they think is what I'd liketo know. Its easy with the men, whether they want to fuck me not, I'm asignal board for sex to them, legs, ass and slap. Its what women think.I'm obviously feminised and obviously cowed which makes it impossible topresent myself in a way thats complementary to women. Are they laughing.