"Who are you?" an older woman asks as she hustles forth to greet us. "Are you new?" she asks kindly. She looks like she is about 65, but seeing how ba...ly the rest of the women looked she could have easily been 30."I am Chronos." I say and add, "Yes we are new. And no, we really do not want to stay," I close with that remark to see if she can be of help. She looks like she might have a little spirit left."Oh dear." She sighs into her hand, her eyes full of sympathy and pain."Godiva?" Gwen. We alone constitute a true, tangible link that touches and controls both Planes of Existence. I learned that I was different from others around the same age as you did-- of course, I didn't have the advantages you had-- willing concubines and all that. I had to make do as I went along. How did you like them, by the way?" What do you mean?" You know-- your eldest sister and the teacher. I made sure they were born with the express purpose of obeying and serving you. They knew it, too. Christina. Be over 55, pleasantly plump (size 18 plus), have large saggy tits, hairy cunts and arse.He spent a week on the phone, telling them he was in private practise and was now providing a discreet and personal in home service. In all he got a couple of very positive responses and arranged appointments.His first lady was Gwen, 69, a nice looking cuddly body, a good size 16 and 38 D tits.‘Harvey, it was nice of you to think of me, come in.Walking down the hall into her kitchen, she mentioned that she. And I’m sure You remember what happened then, Sir. How I blurted out, “I apologize for being a disobedient little slut, Sir,” and how then Your little crybaby burst into tears again and just started sobbing, “I’m sorry, Sir… I’m sorry, Sir… I’m sorry, Sir…”And how You gently hushed me and told me that I was Your good little girl, which, needless to say, made me cry even harder. It was more than just the words, Sir, it was simply hearing Your voice again. It made everything all right and at.