“Pull up your shirt, I want to see the wound.” The bitchy sister complied and exposed her right breast revealing an ugly scar that nicked the lowe... part of the firm flesh. I placed my hand gently on her abdomen. “This is going to take a lot out of the both of us.” I waited for her nod before I began.I prayed for healing of the Sister that I so grievously wounded earlier. Filling myself up with Her glory, I transferred all my Goddess given strength upon Sister Cynthia. Feeling the power flow. However, you must always remember that your wife and your daughters will be the same innocent persons while not in their altered state that you have always known and act accordingly around them.”“I can manage that. It just takes time getting used to seeing them act so much different from how they used to be, but then having them as sexual submissive sluts to use any way that I like is well worth it,” Edwin admitted.“We would like to take Kristi to the club for a while. Introduce her to Sandra. I practically bit his hand off.This young, upper class, English girl turned up at the house and introduced herself as Beth. She was pleasant enough and had a determined smile, but I'm not sure whether she saw me as a client or as some sort of sub to be kept on my toes. Something about the way she said things. Maybe that's unfair: probably it was just the way I was hearing things then.We went through the planner in Katya's training diary. I found myself worrying about her, hoping she was ok,. As I moved, I glanced down at the slip of paper. The slip read:Ms. Judy Roland 956-0102I grimaced as I thought of who this Judy Roland might be. I had read (and fantasized about) stories in cheap adult magazines of college boys seduced by young, nubile, sex-crazed tutors. I considered that possibility for a fraction of a second, and concluded that the likelihood of that happening to me was in the same class as that private beach in Jamaica: A dream, at most. Knowing my luck, she was probably.