"I was having too much fun. Again, I asked so innocently, "Sorry,sweetie. I couldn't hear you. To whom am I presenting you to?"With his voice cracking...slightly, my husband said, "To Mummy. I'm goingto be presented to Mummy, as her sissy maid."I caught a tear running down his powdered face."That's right, sissy. You are to be presented to Mummy in a prettymaid's uniform, and you are going to beg her to train you to be hersissy maid. And if you don't beg properly you will be in a big trouble.Do. "Sir?" He kept hearing. "Sir are you ok? Oh dear Torran what if he never awakens? Such a strange energy earlier today." John thought he heard Triance's voice. "He seems to be alright though it appears he used almost all of his magisk energi getting Tilbake til rift!" John thought he heard Torran say. Groaning John opened one eye and looked at Torran. "Why can't I understand your Alfheim?" A slow and slurred voice John asked. "Finally sir you're awake!" An excited Triance shouted. Sighing. "Oh, Trent, I know how wonderful that cock feels, but it's where it belongs now. It will never be anywhere else again. It doesn't need to be. Sandy's pussy is the perfect place for it."And Sandy doesn't ever want any other cock in her pussy, only yours. She wants you to make her forget any other cocks that ever went there. You can do it, Trent! You have to do it. Make her forget! Fuck her so good she can never remember again. Let her feel how much you love her! Let her know she belongs only to. She could see the architecture outside, as viewed in the mind of a half-grown child – wide and spacious and filled with places to explore. The station segments were square for the most part and all painted in exactly the same dull shade of brown. A signature of sorts was posted above the entrance indicating this dwelling as... ‘It’s name is Omsk? Weird. Using this slug’s mind, I can almost read those signs. So this is a school, huh? Some kind of institution. All the segments are connected to.