"Well, ass wipe, what's going to be?"Carl slowly said, "I, I think, I need to be punished more!" I know you need to be punished more! I want to hear y...u beg like alittle sissy girl to be punished, say it now you little twat!" Mrs.Monet said.Carl began very meekly to beg in a quivering girly sissy voice. "Please,spank my panty covered ass sissy, I want some much to disciplined andlearn how to be a real sissy!" He continued, "oh, please."Mrs. Monet proceeds to spank her effeminate and sissified. "But we need to understand. I tell you first how it was to us, how we remember. We think you attack"—he gestured with a fist pounding into his other palm—"you try to kill us, make us die, when we offer peace, we come in peace." He extended his arms in the peace gesture both species had used. "But we do not know why, what reason."The native seemed frozen. It neither spoke nor moved. But Igwanda noticed that its eyes had enlarged significantly and, glancing around unobtrusively, that those of the. That love had grown slowly as she herself had grown as a person. Indeed, as he had also, he acknowledged. It had been different from Buffy. Buffy he had seen as someone he could help, someone he could link to his own quest for redemption. When he had fallen in love with her it had been blinding, a fire that burst into flames that could have destroyed them all. In fact it nearly had. But now, with his soul fixed..."Still wearing black and still pacing I see. Somethings never change."Angel. Cindy shuddered, her gaze riveted to the dog's immense prick. "I wanna suck him off," she whispered."Why that's marvelous!" Ellen squealed.She clambered over Cindy's body onto her knees. She ruffled the animal's thick fur and rasped, "Did you hear that, Samson? Cindy wants to suck your cock! Come on, boy, down!"She pushed at the huge animal and Samson slumped to the bed in a heap. Then she rolled him onto his back. His hind legs fell wide open and Cindy stared at his long, thick prick,.