Sitting at her desk was a very dark skinned well groomed man of about 40. He was wearing designer jeans with tan brogues, a White shirt and a dark blu... jacket. He was Italian looking with a totally shaved head. He stood up to his full six foot height and offered out his hand as a greeting."Hi I'm Bob!" he said with a voice that sounded like syrup being poured into your ears.Shaking his hand I softly said "Pleased to meet you Bob, I'm Becky!"Jen looked at both of us and said "I'll leave you both. I just hope it ain't as bad as they sound."Even as he spoke they found out, and the reality was far worse than their imaginings. The mists thinned slightly, revealing patchy glimpses of the approaching creatures. Luana gasped, her normally dark complexion taking on a grayish cast, and Audrey hid her face in her hands. There were only a dozen or so of the creatures, ranging from a squatty three-footer to a nine foot giant. Not a one looked anything like any other, and only the fact that they. Behind him wehear the call of the hounds as they latch onto his scent. Charlie, thefox, is being hunted and there he is below us. Paula slips her hand intomine and presses closer to me. Will he or won't he, we both think, getaway, be given best. I look at her and smile, nodding. This is a healthyand prime specimen, he will make it to the deep drain at the bottom ofour garden. Once there he will be safe. But no. A gaggle of camouflagedfigures burst through the hedge at the bottom of our garden,. One’ Whack. ‘Thank you master, two’ smash ‘Thank you master, three’. Oh god – he whacked her clit with his belt and she spasmed. Then he whacked her arsehole – shit she was going to come if he carried on. How could that be? It hurt so much. She could feel him untie her legs as he re-arranged her, making her kneel so her ass was really high in the air now, presenting to him. He hit her again viciously, three, four, five times until she could tell by his breathing that he was knackered. Oh god,.