I knocked.I heard a high pitched "Wait!" and the door was thrown open by Timothy. Eva was hurrying toward the door, looking worried. I could understan... that, based on this neighborhood and the lateness of the hour. I didn't blame her for assuming that caution was advisable. Timothy, as yet unjaded by the world, had no such reserves. He just wanted to see who was there.His reaction was most interesting."What are you doing here?" he asked, looking puzzled. The mere fact that Santa was standing on. I'm now worth, well, a lot." She was beingnice about it but he knew that his own earnings had just shrunk toinsignificance in comparison to hers. It stung his male ego but at leasthe would be able to buy himself some man toys and get amazing tickets forthe next football season.At dinner his runaway appetite asserted itself again. Tanya didn'tcomment. She even suggested a particularly rich item for a seconddessert. He was happy to accept. At the same time he noticed that everywoman seemed. He was my good cock-slave.“Mmm, Mom, that looks big,” said Anahit, my fourteen-year-old daughter.“You’re ready for it,” I told her, feeling a little prickle across my thoughts as my powers sank into her. “You’ll stretch, and it’ll feel incredible. Once I’ve broken you in, we’ll find you the perfect cock-slave for you to enjoy.”“Okay, Mom,” Anahit said, her pale face smiling. Like me, she was a Syrian Armenian, a minority population. When I was pregnant with Edvard, my sixteen-year-old son, my. "That remark didn't sound like the reserved, cautious Sissy Tom had known in high school. Apparently she had grown bolder over the years. He pulled his car around and parked next to the back door of the restaurant. The back of the building was even quieter and more deserted than the parking lot in front had been. He couldn't imagine what Sissy wanted to talk about. She almost acted like she had been waiting for Tom to show up for a long time. A few seconds later the door opened and Sissy.