You feel a mouth suddenly on the inside of your ankle. Just a feather kiss and a nibble. Slowly the mouth works its way up to your calf. Feel good? Fe...ls excellent! You puzzle at more slight noises. And suddenly there is another mouth on your other ankle. Shock! Surprise! Questions run amok in your mind. “Hey, what’s going on?" A sharp pinch on your nipple is the answer and you fall silent. You slowly relax in trust, and enjoy the two tongues, the lips caressing your calves. Slowly upward they. He remained bowed over, listening to the sound of her breathing. He jumped as the rumbling suddenly became a loud roar. Raell yawned mightily, stretching as she rose from her sleep. She spread her wings, enjoying the tightness in her chest muscles as she did. She turned and headed outside, where breakfast- six hogs- awaited. She ate the pigs, then watched off her muzzle and raised her wings again, feeling the warm morning sun soak into them. She lowered her head down to look at the slaves. From my east-facing window, I glimpsed a bright dawn and decided to take a walk along the beach before I breakfasted in the refectory.Except for some noisy gulls, the seashore was deserted, with the calm sea lapping gently against white pebbles. An extra strong wave drew back the water, making the stones click in unison. It was almost like a cackle. Scratched in the exposed shingle were the words: ‘ONLY TWO MORE DAYS TO LIVE.’I was still badly shaken when I reached the Refectory, merely nodding. "What's your name, doll?" asked the guy in the Pirates hat. "I'm Hayley," I said nervously. We weren't supposed to get up or talk and I was worried we'd get in trouble. "I'm Jeff. This is Brad," he pointed to the guy on my left. He was tall too, but a little shorter than Jeff with short brown hair. "Cool," I said. I was trying to keep the conversation short. "Are you a virgin Hayley?" Brad asked. "Umm... I don't think that's anyone's business." "I bet she is," said Jeff and Brad started to.