After that first six days of drugged sexual haze, I remember waking up at home in our bed. I could tell that I had been used and abused by the way my ...ody felt, but everything was so hazy in my mind. I thought that I had maybe been dreaming.About lunchtime though, I found out. Greg called and told me to be at his studio the following night. He told me to not wear any underwear and to shave myself completely.I tried to refuse, but he told me to check my e-mail before I went any farther. As I. Titman not be doing that? When he stops, he'll be known as Mr. Deadman," I whined."Just try to not be too obvious, fella, and don't forget what tits own Titman's ass, and are the only tits Mr. Titman can fondle and feed from!" answered Pam with a smile."Never fear, sweet lady. It is a little known secret that Mr. Titman derives his nourishment, incredible horniness, and tit watching ability from a very lovely and unique set of boobs, which just happen to be attached to your frame," I stated as. Flashlight?” She handed it to me. I tried to sound brave, but based on her de***********ion I wasn’t looking forward to scaring off something wild in the dark. The porch light was on, and squinting out of the back window and shining the light I couldn’t make out anything at all from where I stood. “Do you have a broom inside?” “Yes, in the closet, I’ll get it.” She rushed into the pantry and forgot to hold her robe, exposing what was underneath briefly again, which I was grateful for. She was. And in all of these there was Demure: sometimes a saviour and sometimes a bane. On this occasion, Demure was a saviour. When Glade’s consciousness fully returned after several days of fever and delirium it was Demure who greeted her with a face of unfeigned delight at her lover’s recovery. And Demure wasn’t alone. She was accompanied by several warriors with straight noses, long straight black hair and brown skin. They wore fur around their crotch and shoulders which was a bizarre sight for.