Pipsqueak? Fluffy? Nah, pick something big and strong. Like -- Shaquille O'Neal. The name popped into her mind and she smiled. "Shaq" would be good. S...e'd call him "Shaq."Friday night she shut him in his cage and forgot about him most of the day Saturday. That night she got her pajamas on, all ready for sleep. She lay back, putting Shaq on her chest."Nobody else understands me," she mused. "Do you, little Shaq? Are you my friend?"Shaq sat on his haunches and looked at her for a long moment,. Her face flushed with excitement. I was very excited too, mostly because my mom was at home, but she was already in her room and had closed the door.Hi I answered. Who's going first? You go first she said. OK I said and went for the bathroom. You may come in after 5 minutes I said in a low woice over my shoulder. I started the water running and took of all my clothes. My cock was already very rigid and jumped up and down. I went into the tub and lay down in the warm water. All of a sudden the. "Your slave greets you and is ready for you, Master Yuri." What?"Her skin was translucently gold, every particle of her was gleaming and warmly suggestive of the intimacy he had shared with no other soul on earth."Should you wish to, Christine is ready for her Master." Softly, gently, he touched her warm and naked breast, stroking down her body to just above her vagina and their eyes finally met. They smiled together: that complicit smile they both knew so well.Later, in the bed, he watched. . she’s the hottest fucking girl I’ve seen you with, man... fuck, she’s about the hottest I’ve seen period... listen, dude... I gotta ask... I’ll fucking hate myself if I don’t ask... what’s she like in the sack?” Casey laughed and put a hand on Christian’s shoulder. “Think I’ll keep that to myself, dude,” he smiled. “You fucking lucky cunt,” Christian shook his head, “ever since Caprice dropped the kid she’s not let me fucking touch her... I’ve been beating off four times a fucking night...”.