Short for Samantha, not Samuel. Just in case you were worried, she giggled at herself before grabbing them both my the wrists. Justin, Samantha, you g...ys HAVE to follow me! She dragged them to the kitchen, away from the mass of people. Finally satisfied with their location, she decided to allow them to meet. Justin, hi! Say hi to Sam-… Sammie, this is Justin, that wonderful guy I was telling you about. Quite a brilliant lover, if you know what I mean, she winked, leaning into the pair of. “What... the fuck... are you... doing?” She said angrily after catching her breath. “Your tight, fat ass.” I said confidently. I pushed her up against the wall and choked her just a little. Just enough to remind her shes still my bitch. Then I slapped her ass as I fucked it. I left a few nice big hand prints on her fat ass. “Oh god this... this... hurts, really good!” She said confusedly. “Mmm Ace harder!” I was happy to oblige as I fucked her ass. I fucked it until I came, twice. I couldn’t. The old womans eyes were watching me but I ignored her - else I may not have had the fortitude to complete my chosen task.As I pressed the blouse wide, all the buttons undone, and awkwardly pulled the tails from the waistband of her skirt - I was confronted by a white undergarment that was both functional and rather unappealing, to my innocent eyes. Diane wore what I thought was a bra, like my mother wears, but instead it was like a bra on top but the bottom went down her stomach and. Then you look down and see the ground is very close to you and an uneasy feeling settles into your mind. ‘No fear, my friend. Accept the gift I offer and trust the voice within your soul.’ Then in total amazement, the idea comes to you and you look down at yourself. Talons have replaced feet and feathers cover you. ‘Allow yourself to be seen through my eyes, little one, open your mind to me,’ his soft voice rumbles in your mind. Now you see yourself, a beautiful red tailed hawk, sitting.