“Ooooww,” she moaned. But she didn’t move. “Have I been naughty, Daddy?” she asked in a seductive little girl voice.I didn’t know whethe... to play her game or not. I decided not to. “No, Skipper, and let’s not play games until I know who you are. I just decided to warm your backside before I butt fuck you. Sometimes it helps to relax the muscles, if you know what I mean.”“Oh. Well, I am pretty tense...” She let that hang there.SMACK! No sound. SMACK! Still no sound. SMACK! Still. Each time the diagnosis stayed the same. I even took her to another clinic without any background information and had them test her. Still the answer was the same. Several types of cancer, any one of them a killer in it's own right. Most even said that trying to stop it with radiation and Chemotherapy would be futile.Nobody could say why or how. Nobody could offer a treatment that wasn't worse than the final prognosis. So... finally, after much pleading on Becky's part and a dark hole blooming. “Tori, you little slut,” Kimmie said, “Do you really think you are in any position to make demands?” The woman finally released her grip on Isla’s neck and pulled the strap-on dildo out of Isla's now gaping ass. Kimmie couldn’t resist moving the camera into position so that she could record the now well pronounced hole. The fat woman held the asshole open so that Kimmie could zoom in on the cave that had recently been made by the fresh fucking. Isla finally regained her ability to breathe when. ”What kind of sexual experiences have you had? Do you have intercourse often?” Richard asked cautiously.”Let me put it this way: I drink three to five liters of blood a day. And anyone who gives me blood, I have sex with. And I drink at most a liter per donor usually only half a liter, because they bring in more blood if I don't kill them but harvest from them regularly,” Selene said.”So several times a day. Does that bring you to orgasm?” Richard asked further. He started stroking Selene. She.