The entire world lay at her high-heeled feet.Just another hour and she would transform this insignificant little slayer, this awful Buffy. She'd make ...er beg to serve her. Ooooh yes, she would make her. She would absorb all her power and add it to her own. She would flood those wide, scared eyes with respect and submission.Thinking of it made her slit run.She sighed with satisfaction when her little slave's tongue cleaned it up.The pretty bimbo girls were jumpy.They ran around squealing and. I began to slowly pump in and out of her tunnel, drawing forth a soft ' ahh!' at each thrust. I bent down to suckle at her nipples and kissed her while her hips began to rock, meeting my thrusts. I increased the tempo, bringing her to her gasping release as I sprayed my seed deep into her belly.After a moment I rolled off her and for a time I held her as she pressed herself to me trying to catch her breath.“Will there be a child?” she asked.“Probably not,” I answeredAfter a time, I sent her. What I really want is for you to masturbate right now. If you have a private office, lock the door. If not – I really don't know that much about you – go to the restroom and lock yourself in a stall.“Imagine you're on my lap. It's warm – you're nude but comfortable. You're facing away from me, leaning against my chest. You can feel my arms around you, one hand tweaking your nipple, the other stroking your cheek. You know how much I love watching you masturbate, you love that I love it. . No matter how much I tried to stop, the sled continued its unalterable path to the bottom of the slope. I knew that the slope was too icy for me to try to climb even if I was able to escape the sled. I think at that point I began to gain a true appreciation for my apparent future.I had hoped that talking to my parents would help to bring me to my senses. Instead, I felt propelled along the path that started only a week ago. I wanted to talk. I needed to ask all the questions that were tumbling.