" Hey, boy", Jeff said, petting the horse. "So, what makes Rowan here such a prize", he asked, trying to make small talk and not think about what Vane...sa had said. "He's a stud, who produces a very strong line of race horses", Amelia said as she squatted down, motioning for Jeff to do the same.He did and watched in surprise as Amelia grabbed the horse's cock. "So, in essence, this is what makes him such a prize", she said and Jeff could swear he saw lust in her eyes. "That is a huge cock", he. Meanwhile Leanna had stopped being sick, for the moment. She sat back against Khadeem’s chest shivering. The warmth from his hard body radiated off of him and she sank into him. Throwing-up turned her into such a baby. Seeing that she seemed done being sick for the moment Khadeem got up off of the floor, with her still in his arms. He turned on the water at the sink and grabbing a paper cup he filled it with water and handed it to her. She accepted it gratefully, washed out her mouth then took. "Gosh, I don't know, Mr. Fletcher," she teased out loud to groaning appreciation from her fellow students. She fluttered her eyelids at me. "What did you have in mind?" Muffled murmurs followed the outburst to her challenge. "Trust me, Miss Winslow, you don't want to find out," I announced, trying to take back the advantage of my position. Or maybe you do, I thought, and the part of me that governed my cock hoped she would not be silent. To see her like that, doing what she's told, wanton and. Skin Cancer. And all that jazz. Across the world, men and women died. The Gods had no idea. And I rejoiced. Killing Humans always makes me happy. I think it’s an acquired taste. Some soldiers, policemen and virtually all Serial Killers know exactly what I am talking about. The Power wielded in the act of killing. It’s addictive. I ought to know. Across the world, I continued to encourage the Humans to destroy themselves. I set nation against nation. I encouraged the nations of the Middle East.