In the living room, you sat down with a drink, leaving me on the floor.You tossed the fake plastic pussy you named Caryn to me."Fuck her."I used the t...y in front of you for your amusement. Sometimes you came close to me, letting me kiss your bare leg. Or your ass. Once you stood over me, straddling my face."You will learn to cum with my scent in your face, pet."I kept humping Caryn, eager to explode into her."I love using the memory of her like this against you. In fact, I've come up with some. “Thank you,” I say. He tells me to keep humping the dildo. As we come to the main highway he says I can stop humping, and instructs me to drive toward town. As I take the turn, he reaches between my legs and feels my jeans’ crotch; it’s wet… so wet that his fingers feel sticky when he pulls them away. “Did you cum?” His voice is like knives and darkness, and his expression is one of disappointment. I tell him no, because I haven’t – I can still feel it building. “Then why are your jeans wet?”. The more residents of Bon Temps shared blood with me, the more I could influence, control, or manipulate. My plan to move Bud Dearborne out of the way a little faster and expedite the rise of Andy Bellefleur was underway and the fewer obstacles, the better. Once I had Andy in place as Sheriff and sped along the demise of Drew Marshall, I could advance my agenda for Bon Temps and this particular universe. It didn’t hurt if I knew where everyone was at all times and my blood was a homing device. He looked up to see a couple standing nearby watching him, she was smiling and he couldn’t hide his excitement. Rob could see they were not offended so he carried on, the pleasure outweighing any embarrassment he may have had. The girl nudged her partner forward and they both knelt down by the side of Rob. She took Rob's cock in her hand and carried on rubbing it while her partner began fingering him. A spasm of pre-cum oozed from Rob's cock and the girl gave a hiss of delight. Now the girl’s.