” She smiled. “You must become a troll like the men of the fairy folk.” “Become a troll? That would indeed require much. I’m not sure, Skul.... I am afraid that I would cease to be myself.” “There’s no chance that could happen. You would merely enter a new body, not become a different person. Trust me.” “Let me think about it.” She laid her head in my lap, allowing me to stroke her long, beautiful hair. Her smell and the warmth of her breath against my thigh made me wish for her happiness. I found it strangely appealing. Let’s put it this way, it wasn’t a turn off. I noted that, at least, she hadn’t stormed out of the flat, which helped my next question. “How come if you were so embarrassed, you didn’t just leave Caroline?”“And come next week as if nothing had happened? What atmosphere would that create with Ingrid around?”“Well I’m pleased you didn’t go Caroline.”“And what’s that supposed to mean Ian?”“It feels like it’s the first time we’ve got to know each other a bit. She came forward limping a bit with that jiggly ass.She closed the kitchen door.I was screwed for sure.she took the belan in her hand and was in a visibly angry mood.Shradha-“Kal tune jo kiya uske liye tujhe kabhi maafi nahin milegi”I was shocked ,that moaning and screaming and now she is taking high moral ground.She came closer and striked that belan on my arm.It hut a bit.I was no kid that would scream or cry.She hit two times more that belan broke.She fell on the ground on her knees with two. After an hour or so, I head back inside. Leaving mybikini on, I go upstairs and enter my bedroom. My sissy son hasobediently followed my instructions. He is tied down in his usualposition on his milking bench -arms and legs draped towards the groundand bound to the sides of the bench. He lifts his head when I walk in.Me: What am I going to do with you? Cumming while massaging mommy's ass.This is unacceptable. What should I do with you?Him: I've been a bad boy. I'm sorry.Me: And....?Him: I must.