She is a pretty girl with long full brown hair, an exception of stillness in the crazy yellow of the street lights, in the shifting shadows and glares...from headlights, in the din of engines, tires and horns. Three bicyclists barrel down the sidewalk shouting at her for standing so stupidly. Pedestrians hurry by, nearly shouting to be heard, their words harsh and foreign.The humid heat pulses about her, she shivers from the remembered chill of the taxi even as sweat gleams on her arms and neck.. He pushed his finger in, deep and slow. This felt good. I moaned and tried to push against his finger. As soon as I had reached this point he withdrew, left me. I groaned, frustrated. He would get the dog again. “Fuck”, I muttered after the door had closed behind him. It was getting darker and darker. Daylight was fading fast.So I waited, tried to prepare myself for what was about to come. The door opened again and I heard his footsteps and the unmistakable sound of dogs claws clicking on the. If Thakkor sent us second rate stuff from his own private stock, I'd kick him in the shins the next time I see him." Thank you for protecting me from those things. What was it you called them?" Wood Trolls. They're dumber than dirt, but vicious. Your average stray dog could kill a pack of them, so we were never in any serious danger. You gave a pretty good accounting of yourself, as I said. We should put you through a little weapons training. I would have never thought you would need it here in. He picked up the dress and hung it in the closet for her so that nothing would get crushed when he claimed her flesh. Then he clapped a hand to her breast and squeezed. “Fuck yeah, I’ve been waiting to feel these beauties.” There was an erotic fervor in his eyes as he moulded her fullness in his palm. Seizing her other breast, he squeezed the nipple to a point and twisted it to his mouth. “Oh god …” The kneading and suckling of her tits overwhelmed Libby until her knees began to give way. Jared.