The image of myself Ikept in my mind had altered already. I was Pam, at least physically.?There you are!? she said, greeting me. ?I?ve got baguettes f...r us.There aren?t any tables free here but I spotted a bench just downthere.? She pointed along the river path going west.?Uh, sure,? I said and followed her down there, conscious of thecontrast between us. That was a better location anyway for us to swapback and I was eager to do so as soon as possible.?So tell me what happened,? she said as we. I miss this, the man behind me said and pressed his tongue harder against my butt hole. The urge to cum was building up. As my dick started to throb, it was squeezed tightly at the base. Attention was paid to my chest and nipples again. The throbbing soon stopped but the grip held firmly. After a few minutes I felt my butt hole relax, letting the tip of his tongue to press its way in.My dick started hurting. Looking down I seen my dick. It was rock hard and turning purple from the grip around. If you are unable to be still for one hundred times, I will start over and go to two hundred and fifty times, then five hundred. Do you understand, you naughty little bitch?" Yes, Master." I answered. I could handle fifty times, right. Obviously I am a bit masochistic, or I wouldn't be a slave to my sadistic Master. I have been beaten before. He went straight for the bull whip. I have been beaten before, yes, but not fifty times with a bull whip. One! Two! Three! Four, Thirty-Three... I made it. Simon, as far as I could tell, merely took the presence of the Theurgists in his stride and allowed them to do what it was they had come to do. Morgana was happily cooperating with them and they would often go off to assist the various Bureaus on whatever took their fancy or higher power requested.The world of the mundanes was slowly changing too, Gorbachev became the General Secretary of the Soviet Union and the winds of change were beginning to blow. For the first time I began to see cracks.