What's wrong with your eyes? or You're seeing things! or some such jab. But the fear in his eyes killed those thoughts like a juke box with its cord y...nked from the wall. She looked again and saw nothing, and fear bubbled up into her tummy as well.Todd's book dropped from his hands as he sat for a moment in a daze. It slid off the garbage bin lid and fluttered onto the ground like a wounded bird. The Legend of Crowfeather. Todd slid down after it, landed on his feet, adjusted his glasses, and. He had loved it.But what, he wondered, did Chris want from him? Rick knew instinctivelythat there would be some kind of payback for what Chris, or Kittie haddone to him. He had already told Rick to wear Kittie’s panties from thenight before. Rick wondered if he was prepared to do that? Somehow, heknew it wouldn't stop there, Chris would keep pushing him further andfurther. With that thought sending tingles down his spine Rick finallyfell asleep.He woke late the next morning, waking up slowly,. ”“Whatever you want, Brock honey.”The honey was dripping with each comment, and while calling each other ‘honey’ could be considered as more bullying in my direction, I thought it was more the connection they felt with each other. They were calling each other honey, much as they would if they were married. Well, they essentially were, for two more nights.“I’m going to shave your legs and under your arms too. I want you smooth everywhere, Willow love.”He did, and she was.Billiard ball smooth,. "Good. I like a hungry man!" And I like a slut like you." You think you can make me your slut?" Yes!" Come try, mister."Just as I got closer, you pushed me away and ran to the other side of the room and flopped down on an old couch against the wall, leaning against the rear of the couch stretching your legs forward, spreading them you started rubbing your pussy. I couldn't believe how hot you looked, your hand on your pussy, your mouth wide open, your eyes on mine. "You're so bad," I said.