After the embrace, Mistress said to me,"My little sex toy, this is a good friend of mine, you will address her asGoddess."That worked for me! She real...y was, too, as I could tell looking up at Her.A Goddess, I mean. Mistress spoke, "Since we met, you have been my toy,your mouth and fingers mine to use. Your skin mine to touch, to spank...but all this time, you have been wanting more haven't you?" I wonderedwhere this was going, but only nodded. "You want to touch that male shaftof yours, you. They all had heard various reports of Athol from time to time, but they all discounted it. None of them could believe stories of a powerful warrior who was also a powerful mage. It seemed to far fetched to be true.After calling to order the meeting Wolfgang presented what he knew."That's impossible," said Paul. "No one can use both like that." Paul, you of anyone knows that Davy is more likely to downplay something rather than build it up. It was from him that the original report came from,". I suppose it was a test, to see how long it would take him to miss me. Work was all I could manage as I tried to figure out what I needed to do. As I reflected on our relationship, and more over, the past visit, I realized Jack no longer spoke of us as a couple or the four of us as a family. I waited for him to call me, to email me, for in the recent past, it was always I who made the initial contact. Oh, he would answer the phone and visit, or he would reply to my email, but it wasn't. “Looks like my hard cock, Dad.” Daniel smiled and laughed, “You’re right, I’m sure your cock is much bigger and thicker than that bratwurst, your point is well taken; that’s probably why both of us like bratwurst. Kind of looks like mine, too” Daniel, still eating, thought about what Alec had said. “Hey, Dad you ever miss Mom?” Alec had avoided talking about his mother for years, the thought of her leaving without a word. Alec was fourteen at the time and now twenty enough time had gone by to.