However as with the shackles on her wrists the ones on her ankles would provide better control over this bitch. Especially since I hadn't yet permanen...ly removed her mystical abilities. Only once she was reduced to the same helpless state as her sister would it be safe for her controlled by the complete combination of the collar and shackles.--Granted I had other matters to deal with at the moment so my plans for her was pushed aside. I instead focused on this moment in time as the tendril. "Wow! That's a big one. He must be 6 ft long if he's an inch."Scott moves over to watch Kari work. They'd been together for 4 years before getting married. Even now, Scott loved to watch Kari's hands create the art she was so well known for."That's looking great honey. But he's not that big. If you go out farther, you'll see alot bigger gators than that. He's just a scrounger."Kari stops the charcoal and looks up at Scott."That's okay. I'm fine drawing this one. I don't care to see the big. My arse was so tight. I'd never done full deep anal before. That was why I found it such a degrading thing. He pressed really hard, the head of his cock slipping back and forth as my arse refused him."Fucking slut...." I heard him breathe. I heard him spit into his hand, and then he pressed his cock forcefully against my tight arse until the head burst through my sphincter. It punched a gasp of pain and equal pleasure from me. He started fucking me, slowly at first, working his cock. The crone grabbed a knife the size of a small sword and started chopping away at the hunk of root. ‘Please.’ Lei almost yelled her plea to be heard over the incessant sounds of metal cutting into dry, hard, sinewy root. ‘Go away. I’m busy,’ yelled the crone, also to be heard over her work. ‘Just say one more thing, please, just one,’ pleaded Lei. The crone stopped chopping but kept her back to the young moth. ‘Children always want one more thing, just one, and then another, and then another.