In the end, Cerrano’s solution had been: Fuck you Jobu, I do it myself!While I understood the sentiment, it was a solution which I couldn’t abide ...y in my context. I needed someone to help me hit those curveballs without striking out. Or multiple someones. The problem was, except for Al and my wives, I couldn’t go to ANY of my usual confidants. I couldn’t talk to Elyse, Bethany, Jennifer, or Kathy. Or Abbie. I couldn’t talk to Doctor Mercer or Doctor Green. If Al, Jessica, or Kara couldn’t help. ?Thank you Sir?. ?It seems that half my work is done for me already? he said, smiling carefully at her, ?I think we will start off with a tour of the dungeon that you will spend the next few weeks in. Once you’re ready, I’ll show you the rest of the house and stables.? She nodded carefully, noting his use of stables, as she had watched some videos with pony girls in them only recently, and she was amazed at how elegant they looked. He turned round and picked something up. I looked up to see her glistening mound as she put her knees on each side of my head. Her legs were separated and when she straightened up, her pussy was hovering over my face. I realized what she meant. She wanted me to remember what it felt like when she licked my pussy, and she wanted me to do the same for her.While she was on her knees, she had me raise my head so she could put pillows under my head to prop it up for easier access to her pussy. She spread her legs as she lowered her body. My eyes began to fill with tears as I cried out in pain. For one timeless instant, I felt an incredible sense of exaltation, a wordless feeling of overpowering love and support. Then my senses were set reeling as the physical world shattered my bliss. I cried out in protest and longing, blinking furiously to clear the hovering afterimage of that explosion of light."Honey, is everything all right?" called a concerned feminine voice from the main room. *Honey?!!* Who the hell was that? "Um, I'm.