..-----------------------------------------------After chatting with his skittish wife on the phone I finally talked her into giving me their phone nu...ber. I was working night shift and it was time to go get me some lunch ;-) It was an hour drive and I barely found their place, but when I arrived I was hard in anticipation. I went up and knocked on the door, it slowly swung open to reveal a beautiful middle aged woman with nice curves.She invited me in and we sat on the couch together. There. The lady’s true name was Cordelia of Cornwall and she had been a reluctant follower of the newly installed King John and his minions scouring the countryside taxing and robbing the common folk of their coins, their possessions and in some cases, their very existence.Rowena didn’t hold that against her because most of the titled personages of the royal court were generous with their smiles and words of loyalty whenever King John was in the neighborhood, no matter how opposed they were to his. Stacey tied Jessica into classic turkey roasting pose with her wings behind her back and her thighs spread wide, ankles tied together, to keep her from closing her thighs, cooking twine was tied to each knee binding them to the roasting pan, "Now when I pick up the pan to move you into the oven, try not to squirm the pan will be heavy I don't want to drop you" Stacey said as she opened the oven door and turned on the oven to 100 degree, "You wont drop me" Jessica said with a smile as Stacey. Her tongue savoured every syllable, her soft clear voice rejoicing in every word. There was no need for her to read the words now, that need had long since passed, she could recite them without thought or effort, so deeply were they ingrained upon her memory. But that was not the point, the ritual required she read each word aloud, so that is exactly what she did. Beatrice was pedantic in her obedience.As the words flowed she felt the change begin, felt her identity shifting. Little by little,.