Hammond, by contrast, now knew he had earned a life of perpetual submissive enslavement. Hortense sat in a leather chair and nursed her cunt as she wa...ched her new slave with pride. Hammond knelt with his nose pressed close to the sticky anus of a woman in her sixties, who knelt in a chair and held the magnificent globular cheeks of her mature ass apart, so that the red backed male could sample the full benefit of her tangy asshole, her cunt dripping with arousal at the acute pleasure of. ”Warstomp stammered to the tub and sat in the hot, relaxing water. Pooka sponged off his patron. After the bathing, Warstomp put on his uniform and went downstairs. His wife, Crookedla, was sipping tea at the table while the twins, Wallalga and Wallacezoga, ate their oats. “Eat up, girls! We have to get you to school soon.”“Good morning, girls, Crookedla,” Warstomp said.“Morning, daddy,” his daughters rang out in unison.“How’d you sleep dear,” inquired his wife.“Pretty good.”“Are you going to. He felt like he was floating. He looked at himself and saw a long umbilical cord coming out of him and it was broken at the end. He had read books on that and it was your life line and could only be broken in death as it attached your spirit form to your body. Seeing it broken depressed Mark, as he had no way back now. Being dead seemed such a bummer! No more Bambi, no more girls! Mark hovered around and then got a mischievous idea. He floated back to the mall and to the store to look at. Only then does he take a deep breath and turn the knob. ‘Good morning Mr. President,’ he says as he enters the office. Dave McKinsey looks up from his desk with a sour expression. ‘I was expecting you almost ten minutes ago Mr. Lapinsky.’ ‘Yes sir, I was caught up in the hall. Apparently some people do not take the safety of the president into consideration as much as others,’ Lapinsky says as he suppresses a smile. ‘Excuse me?’ McKinsey asks clearly not on the same page as the aide. Lapinsky.