“It does. It’s a fantasy I’ve nurtured since my night in the tree. But it also scares the s**t out of me. Part of me knows what’s coming now while the rest of me doesn’t want to. Part of me can’t wait for it and the rest would rather die. Memories I’ve avoided forever are glimmering at the edge of awareness. I’m afraid of what they may say about me.”
Jeri reached down and felt his glans. It was hot, bloated around the confining sleeve and pulsing regularly in its attempt to erect. Despite the demon rising inside her, she smiled kindly at her perfectly primed charge and rubbed his little clit seductively.
“Come on, boy. Let’s join the party. Mistress Kimberly wants a report in the morning.”
Boy-toy’s hesitation vanished. He ducked into the tent. Jeri followed. Rows of matched magnets sea
