”“You know…sometimes wishes can come true. You do know that, don’t you?“Sure, and then there’s Santa and his elves and Rudolph and the ot...er reindeer—or is it reindeers? I never get that one right.”“Richard, you know I’m Jewish. We don’t believe in Christmas…well, not in the religious part. The gift giving part…well, that’s another story.”“Don’t you do that over Chanukah?”“Yeah, but that’s a really minor religious holiday and, contrary to popular belief, we don’t get presents on all eight. But he convinced me. As woolen threads were soft it felt really good. He commanded me to wear it the whole day. I did the same. Whenever I use to bend down it used to go directly to my pussy stretching it. I was wearing the woolen threads every day now.It felt like I’m in his cage every time. Next week he called me again to his flat. I was craving for his dick now. As he used to jerk off on video calls seeing me wearing threads for him. Spanking myself, fingering till he doesn’t stop me without. "Actually I think there is," Scott answered. Pam opened the door and looked in. To her surprise she found everything she needed to cook several different meals. She decided on Chicken Parmesan. Prying off the tennis shoes she wore, she assembled cookware and hunted through the cupboards for spices."Now that I like to see," teased Jerry. "Barefoot and in the kitchen." Pam looked over her shoulder as she stretched to reach the paprika and made a rude noise at him."This had better really be. I heard the raven cry as I felt her hit me and I was gone. My poor brother. My poor Aubrey. My poor parents. I’m dead.“You cannot be dead. You must not be dead.”I don’t think there is anything I can do about it.“But if you are dead and you are in me ... Then it is ... Forever. I must share my body with you and my mind. I will never be me again. I will go insane.”No, Miranda. Even if I have to silence myself and ride without ever thinking a thought, I will not force you to bear me like that..