Now I am not an evil man, I didn’t turn her young man homosexual and make her hate his guts (although as I scanned his mind I know that there were t...ings I could have used to make that happen). In fact, I made him committed to being the guy she wanted him to be with a pure love for her that would last as long as she wanted. I also added that he would understand that she occasionally needed to please an older man. Lena was heading to sit down but I pushed into her brain the idea of buying a. Then he rushed up the ramp and finally turned on his headlights just before merging into Interstate traffic."His name is Jackson Campbell," Claire said to the deputy, who was already reaching for the mike of his radio once more. "White male, uh, six one, ash blond hair. I'll bet the insurance check for the store that he's heading north on 640 right now." North, south, whatever," the deputy shrugged. He gave Claire a reassuring smile."The city has a bunch of units on 640 tonight. They're running. Even hardcore!” Sally looked extremely embarrassed and had gone bright red at her husbands suggestions.“Err, well I s'pose so, Stan. Are you OK with Alan seeing them?”“Ok? Yes I'm OK. In fact I was thinking Alan could be there when I take them, he could advise on shots. And if we do some hardcore, he could take the pictures! What do you think Alan?”What did I think! “That would be great Stan, if Sally doesn't mind. And I have an idea... I could get the studio booked at the Uni for us, we could. Spiritually, such an experience wouldhelp me become a good, submissive woman ready to serve my man for life.To be such a sissy, I would wear a gaff that would hide my shamefulparts. But, to signify my spiritual submission and preparation, this gaffwould need to be blessed by a man first. Normally, sissies like me ask ablack, muscular stud to do the blessing. However, after ten years ofbeing devoted to Achref, my Egyptian stud, I thought it more appropriateto ask him first. But he declined. In.