How did he know he was the third?” “Wrath didn’t, but Halok did,” Justina said, pulling Halok’s bible out, “and he became very religious toward the end. The way you say toilet it, Gloria described Halok’s degradation as a slow process, that he lost himself one piece at a time as Trenok started dying. Why would he become religious at the end? Was it mortal fear, or a growing sense of connection to the most pervasive idea in the astral plane?” “It makes sense.” Angela nodded, “As Serenity, I would have one foot in both realms, but as Silence, I would be wholly astral. In the physical world, I am a slave to the laws of reality, but the laws of cognizance are governed by the most prominent thoughts. I would have to conform to the Maternal Path; I wouldn’t have a choice.” “It’s an interesting idea.” I frowned, unable to shake the feeling that we were missing some critical piece. It was certainly a better explanation than ‘God did it,’ but it still felt wrong. “Like you said, Mom,” Justina sighed, “we’re operating on projection and theory now. All we have is ideas.” “For now, let’s just stick with what we know.” Angela said, “We now know why Corruption melds with who she melds with. We know that Sentients can change each other by writing in their newly-made bibles before the ink is dried, so to speak. We know that Hatred used to be Joy, who used to be a Heat Bringer, and we know that Hatred is batshit crazy, and likes to rhyme.” “Joy, Passion, Serenity… Arbitrus?” Justina frowned, “Why doesn’t he have an emotive name?” A knock on the door sent all our head spinning. I put a silencing finger to my lips, grabbed domination my knife belt, and tiptoed along the wall, careful to keep Slave my body out of the fetish door’s sightline. I peeked through the peephole in the wall, and sighed when I saw Lucilla’s face illuminated by the patterns that ran up her neck. “You forgot the secret knock, Princess.” I grumbled. “Shit.” Lucilla cursed, then knocked three times, smacked the flat of her palm against the door, and added three more knocks. “It’s a little late BDSM now.” I sighed, “Is anyone else with you? Were you followed?” “She’s alone.” An unfamiliar voice said from out of sight. The contradiction wasn’t lost on me. “That’s Sara; she’ll be waiting outside.” Lucilla replied. I kept a hand on my knife, and opened the door. “That’s it, Ivy, eat my cum out of my baby girl’s pussy. When the film ended they rose to leave. James felt the teeth on his cock and the pressure on his balls at first was painful and he pleasurable. Her tongue flicked out, trying to gather up every bit of the jizz she could reach. It took me only seconds to strip from my jeans and briefs. All previous limitations just gone. She pulls out of Slave my ass. But we did. "Yes, but fetish please don't tease me now." I still had Vanessa to be my lover. The man just looked at her and laughed. Or did I get them to leave by promising I would get them a willing sex partner BDSM later?" What do you need me to do?” “I need to borrow Ms. Bjork. I had noticed she keep looking at my bulge the rest of the day .It toilet eventually went down but it made me more aware of it . It seemed though every time I would look at her and the spread between her hips it would begin to stiffen. domination