She couldn't have been more than 14 if she was a regular human.But I knew that she was never a regular human. "Wow, you look different."She gave me an...appraising look. I noticed that her eyes were her normal brown though a bit greyish, not yellow slits like the Lilim. "Considering that I don't remember you at all yet you seem to know me, I'd say you look different too, sister." Mom! Don't call me sister! That sounds so wrong," I whined."You called me 'mom'. So does that mean that you're my. He took them off me. I fiddled with his belt around his light blue jeans as I wanted him inside me so much. He took his jeans off. Nick picked me up onto his waist and I wrapped my arms around him and I felt the hairs on his legs as he carried me up the stairs to an empty bedroom and lowered me down on the bed gently. He pulled down his navy blue underpants and I saw his erection. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "I'm a bit afraid, Brianne," he confessed. "Why?" I asked. "Well, you're. " She replied."Good girl. Look at you, you filthy whore, cum on your face, your face stained with tear streaks from your whore make up, your fat pierced cow udders hanging down. You're just a dumb big titty whore made for nothing but taking cocks in your holes aren't you?" "Yes, Sir." Are you ready for some cock now?" Yes, Sir. Please!" She said eagerly."Well, look at you! The whore has learned her place, and some manners! I think you deserve a reward now." And with that I pushed myself back. " Monsieur," replied Bertuccio, "it leads to the garden." And, pray, how do you know that?" It ought to do so, at least." Well, let us be sure of that." Bertuccio sighed, and went on first; the stairs did, indeed, lead to the garden. At the outer door the steward paused. "Go on, Monsieur Bertuccio," said the count. But he who was addressed stood there, stupefied, bewildered, stunned; his haggard eyes glanced around, as if in search of the traces of some terrible event, and with his clinched.