I must say that you handled the pegging very well, especially given how ... punishing Jen made it. Then again, you also seemed to enjoy it a bit. That...s no doubt at least partly due to the prostate," I observed as I poured a Guinness for myself and another for Jen ... her first since delivery."Well, yes ... Master. It's also due to being at least a bit submissive in some ways. Obviously, I guess. I won't object to future peggings, though I do hope for a chance to return the favor," Grace. I tasted sperm and I licked my lips."I just drive, little mama."Then I was like, Elvis is in hell? Well, how bad could it be? "What's it like?" I asked him."Hell?" He shrugged. "It's nice, you'll like it."He drove us right into the city. Everything was made from some weird black rock that was veined with crimson, like fancy marble from Italy. Except it wasn't chiseled or cut, it looked like it was smooth and shiny and wax-like, rising up in tall spindly spires, like great tongues of black. She dug her nails into his arms. At the first tear of flesh she let out a small scream as it hurt terribly, but the pain didn't last long. A calmness took over her and she relaxed as he drank from her.It all became dark now, she entered into a dream world of the unknown. A world of incomparable beauty and lights and colors, the like of which she had never seen before! Music filled her ears and sounds, of the likes she never knew existed. It was all so strange, a mixture of mystery and beauty. The pleasure I had felt was gone in an instant and my hard little pecker immediately shrunk to the little nub it was when I wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts. She pulled the panty back up and smiled as she looked into my face, “We will have these moments Laura, don’t worry, Aunt Rose knows how to handle such things. There is a time and a place for ‘that’,” she emphasized ‘that’ very heavily yet continued smiling. “Now let’s see how this looks,” she said and spun me around towards the mirror. I was.