Surely it wouldn't be hard." I don't know." It's because there is no one like you Nadia. No one wants me for me.They want me for what I have to offer ...hem. They want my trances or mypower. They see me as a tool to get the transformation I want. I am justanother way to help people lose weight or stop smoking or release theirinhibitions. If someone comes to me and begs me to make them likeJoanna, they won't care if I do it or someone else does it. They justwant the results. You were never like. I don't want to lose him to anyone. The strap-on solution is my last resort.My name is Amber Tally. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, somewhat thick-bodied and big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I've never been what men or women consider to be beautiful. Being tall and heavyset isn't a good look on a woman. I've seen big handsome men. They look like professional football players or international wrestling champs. The big and tall look works on a man.. Steph was euphoric. Fitz had used her but she had enjoyed it immensely. As he began the actual tattoo all she could think of was that she had to fuck him again. If her husband found out or objected she would do it anyway. He was a tiny-dicked wimp of a man. Fitz was a real man. The tattoo was finished in about an hour. It was a red heart with devils horns and tail coming from it. It was both beautiful and sinister. Fitz kissed it after he was done. Then he told her that she would need to come. My energy began pooling in two blackened places once it had spread out to all of her extremities, one in her left breast and the other in her lower abdomen, her womb I thought. Basic anatomy, I was okay with. Specific locations in girls, not really.The dark energy in her breast was surrounded and attacked, my brilliant white lighting broke apart the dark masses pulsing in her breast dimming the darkness until it was dull and gray, then headed south to the now sleeping girl’s lower abdomen..