“Oh yes,” I quietly replied.“Cool... Of course, there might be a problem with my knob. Thick cocks with large dick-heads are always problematic ...hen it comes to blowjobs,” he said, before pausing with a faux rueful look on his face.For the next several moments, he just stared intensely as he sat across from me on Tully’s bed.“But, maybe we can make an alternative plan,” he finally stated.“What do you suggest?” I asked, as my heart began to race with excitement.“I want to fuck you, Wesley. I. Thereare reasons that Mom and Bio Dad never married or interacted muchoutside the IVF process. Toxic gender normativity and straight peoplehave left weird scars in magic culture just as much as they have inevery other culture, I suppose."Sandra took a few bites. "You know, I feel like I have enough power andsome new ideas from what my father said, I bet I could magic us a win inthe championship." You could, but you probably shouldn't?" Dafne worried about that lookin Sandra's eyes."I thought. What an evil tease, I think. I am still trying to think up an answer when my desk phone rings and draws me back into doing work. I'm still on the phone discussing the fate of the Chicago branch when I hear something hit the floor outside my office, followed by a familiar voice exclaim in frustration. I glance away from my computer and, fucking hell, you are there, bent over at the waist, picking up some folders you "accidentally" dropped, your luscious ass framed in my doorway like some. She needed it, and she needed it more than water, more than breath, even more than her freedom."Get yourself down and get the chores done so you can cook me my breakfast," he said to her, pulling on his pants. He didn't bother with underwear, it would just be in the way later when he took her again. The still proud Lakota woman sometimes questions why he even bothered with the shirts and pants at all, and every time she did she was reminded that is pale skin burned easily in the sun. She hated.