Your own white body...and your Pimp... is now forcing you... to lie in His arms... in Hisbunk... every day... and stare up the stainless steel mirror ...hat He'sfastened... underneath the bottom of the top bunk... to constantly checkout how you now look... even if just as a hormone fed bitch... from oneday to the next, pointing out to your Pimp... and benefactor... anyminute... or visible changes... that you notice... even keeping afucking logbook... with your daily measurements... slightly. He was 31. Left a wife and three small children." Sophie just hissed at that. "I know. Listen, Pookie, you're on the computer--get us some airline tickets to Denver." Good idea."They landed a few days later, and found a hotel. They then rented a car and drove to Colorado Springs. Ellen had kept Betsy for them--she was rather young to be attending a wake and a funeral.They got into town just in time for the wake, and couldn't believe the number of people lined up to get in. "Well, that makes. " he sighed then looked up from his coffee to me, and continued "I then I found out I was really getting turned on by it and it was making me harder and almost cumming without touching my cock."I looked down at my hot chocolate and I could swear that through the slats of the picnic table I could see a hardon. "Then things got crazy." he gulped, "How?" I asked. "She changed her schedule and came home one day and caught me." Whoa" I volunteered. "Yeah but not as bad as I thought she rode my cock. The power of his soul must have been more than I thought for instead he turned into a fierce fire-breathing dragon that has been wreaking havoc all over the land. According to accepted folklore the only one who could slay the dragon is one called George. It is for that reason I have summoned you and your faithful knight, Sir George." Where is that dragon now?"Merlin took out his crystal ball and looking into it stated, "He is waging battle with the Knights of the Round Table near Camelot." How.