No turning back now. He fills his kettle, turns on the coffee grinder. The squeak of his ridiculously nostalgic old leather chair OMFG I'm going to fa...nt.The sight of his blue-jeans as he sits down. My hand scrapes his instep as he scoots forward. He pauses, tilting his head down, eyebrow raised. I look up at him, my lips part but no words come out. He smiles bemused, scooting back in nonchalantly .Ok. We're on.The Beastie boys shout as I slide my hands up to his belt. Pulling the leather free. “Now for you sweet Henry.” Henry never took his eyes off her as he toed out of his shoes, and pulled his shirt over his head. He looked to the other men and then back to her as he pulled his pants and boxers down too. “Holy shit, Henry,” Molly purred. He was long and wide and Molly wanted him. She wanted them all. She climbed off the bed and Steve said, smiling, “Your turn.” “First, I think I need to…” she stopped talking and walked to Steve and ran her hand over his already hard cock, then. After a moment, a fourth creature appeared; wet, bedraggled, and seeming much weaker than the others.She was wrapped around her sister and her mother, safe and cocooned, sated by her first blood feast. The fact that it was her mother’s blood didn’t seem to matter. She was regenerated from that horrible ordeal and high on contentment and family warmth. The fact that she was naked and everything was covered in mildew didn’t matter. That was the effect of the blood, she realized dreamily.Her. You have been a good little sissy for metoday. You have pleased me well." I stood and looked in the mirror. Oneof my thigh highs had fallen and the other one still was held fast to mythigh. I still had the heels on?even if my feet were now killing me. Iwas starting to really feel the weight of the forms inside my bra. Mywig was still secure on my head but the hair was all messed. My lipstickwas smeared from where I had done my cock sucking.Susan laughed at my appearance. She fell to her.