She had been pinched and blue with cold all night long, shivering convulsively and thinking that the sound of her chattering teeth must be audible dow... in the town below. The consequent lack of night-time sleep had caused her to doze off a couple of times when doing her kitchen chores, in the blessed heat of that room, thereby earning herself the usual reward for such dereliction of duty. When the heater had been finally brought back, she had been giving a vicious and lengthy strapping by the. So I ain't gonna say it.What I will say is I'm old enough to know a thing or two 'bout a thing ortwo. So set yourself down for a spell and I'll tell you the REAL storyabout Little Red Riding hood.First off, the whole bit about the Wolf eating Grandma was a bit of amisunderstanding. The way I heard it, the Wolf had heard Grandma wasfeeling poorly, so he brought her some very special healing tea. Aftergetting a small fire going in Grandma's fireplace with what bits ofkindling he could scrounge up. She smiled at my reply. She looked back at my dick, slid her hands down to the base, and pointed it at her face. She was still sitting on the couch, so her head was higher than my crotch. She dipped her head down and opened her mouth, sliding me in as far as she could go, which was only a couple of inches, since she was still holding me with both hands. But it was enough to fit my head between her lips, and I groaned. She began sucking it hard like a lollipop, tilting her head side to side as. Giving in she lets him establish contact and realizes when she hears him speak for the first time that it is for communication reasons not to control her. “Welcome to my dungeon beautiful Halfling.” The beast says rather more pleasantly than she expected. His voice is deep, it reverberates in her mind, bouncing off the walls of her cranial cavity, and settling with pleasing notes. The tone of the greeting seems casual as if he is greeting a guest in his home. It confuses her as it seems she is.