She remarked,"Heather you have nice taste in clothes, I think we can dress you in somevery nice sexy outfits and then some real slutty outfits as the ...ood movesme." But now, it's time to get you dressed for your household chores, I thinkyou would look good as a French Maid, don't you?"I nodded yes in embarrassment at having to dress like that. Ann spoke upand said very sternly, "You will always address me verbally with a, 'YesMistress, if it pleases you.' Do you understand me?"I realized that I. That’s why she fled him. Because she couldn’t fight it any longer. She was afraid she would be lost to her desire for him. That she would never escape it.”“She’s had ... sex with him?” Sven asked, his voice growing flat.I shivered, feeling like the temperature drop in the room.Greta nodded her head, looking away from my husband. “Many times, Master.”Sven glanced at Ava, his face blank stone. What was he thinking? I could feel the conflict inside of him as he grabbed Ava’s shoulders and shook. Uk .Warning: This story contains no sex. It is intended to be humourous andsatirical and contains controversial ideas about religion and spiritualbeliefs. If you think you may be offended by this, please don't read it.Otherwise, enjoy!Topsy & Tim go to Pick'n'mix(r) by Skip TaserIt is the year 2025. The turbulent years of religious and spiritualconfusion are thankfully over and the shift of consciousness heraldingthe "Age of Aquarius" is well underway. We have been showered withblessings. About two in the morning Jean shook me awake with, "Greg, we've gotta go." Go where?" To the hospital." Oh my god, what's wrong?'"Nothing's wrong. My water just broke."Instant panic time was on me. I dashed around gathering up Jean's suit case and flew through the house. I was just about out the door when Jean called to me, "Greg, can I go too?"I dashed back ready to pick her up to take her to the car when she asked, "aren't you going to get dressed?'I looked at myself and saw I still had my.