Bett was the most beautiful girl Thomoss had ever met, and he knew at first sight that she had to be his. She was a virgin. That was important to him....It didn't bother him that she was a conceited bitch; her training would soon cure her of that.Bett had no concept of a parallel universe: science was not her strong point. All she heard was that they would live in a quaint little village far from the civilization that she knew. So what? The important part was that she would be a princess, just. Master,” she said with a grin.My talk with Mrs. Sullivan was still fresh in my mind. Maybe she was right in that CC didn’t really understand what she was asking for. Perhaps it was more like a sex game taken too far. It couldn’t truly be that she wanted a relationship that had anything to do with BDSM? Could it? Sigh. Mrs. Sullivan was right about one thing for sure. I needed to have an open and honest talk with her. I would do so after we ate and had some quality time. I wanted to enjoy some. There was something far more valuable inside, between the corpse's legs. The Forge-egg of a Black Dragon, made not by natural breeding, but forged to contain the soul of a powerful, living and mature dragon inside a pocket dimension and with chants of supreme power engraved on its shell. And once freed, the dragon would obey whoever broke that egg and knew the words.The human must have tough of himself as the luckiest man alive. He fell unto the corpse like it was an alive young woman, ready to. Sara would lie down in front of us, sometimes she became a mare, giving a glimpse of the suppleness of her body. Sometimes she showed her right bum, sometimes she showed her left bum. Then he lifted the sari up to the belly and showed her navel and flat stomach and belly danced while gripping the waist. Then lifted it up a little and made her tits visible. Then she got her entire ass visible by lying down. After this, she would sit on her knees and take her hands on her head and hair..