<span style="color: #330066">“I… I understand. I want to meet this Troll, I want to hug my daughter, and I want to tell my mother she was wrong. I want to tell my father I forgive him. But I won’t want to stay, I have a future here with these people.” </span>She nodded and hugged Susan tight.<span style="color: #330066">“Thank you. I’m… happy that I was able to do some good with my life, that’s all I ever wanted.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">“Nobody ever said I had to be fair or reasonable. I’m the Mistress here. Looking good isn’t good enough. I want something that makes your naughty pussy ruin your underwear when you see me. I want Ashia to hide her erection during the ceremony. I want people to know that I’m going to defile you I’m every way possible.” </span>She growled deeper and wrestled Ana’s tongue into submission.<span style="color: #5900b3">“I’m going to make your father hate me. I’m getting a toy or ten and I’ll make you cum on every chair and counter in this house. I’ll make you make me some food while I fuck you with a handful of your hair. I think I’ll take you down to the village too and make them see what it means to really be used.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>