?Daddy Pig, do you remember Mistress Michelle, the old broad that used to fuck your ass?? Of course, with the ring gag in my mouth all I could do was...nod my head in acknowledgement.?Yes, I am very familiar with Daddy Pig,? Michelle responded. ?Daddy Pig, I’d like to introduce you to my newest slut, Samantha, or Slut Sam, for short. Slut Sam, turn and face your new slut partner, Daddy Pig.? Slut Sam immediately stopped eating Michelle’s pussy and turned to face Monica and me. She was. .. expanded many times ... during the war they built lifeboats and ships launches, Captains gigs and Admirals Barges, tug boats, small minesweepers and a few torpedo casings. There were piles of mahogany in racks and lots of teak trim, old bronze portholes, anchors, wornout machines and general junk to warm the cockles of any teenager.She kept getting lost ... and loster ... and lostest until she was right up against the doors of an old building..."The padlock just fell off, honest, Greg."The. Trixie on the other hand wore the same tiny shorts and shirt from yesterday. She did however have an additional windbreaker."Ready?" said Trixie."How are you not freezing?" said Cale as he attempted to keep his teeth from chatting. Looking at her bare legs made him feel colder."I am use to it," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You will warm up soon enough any way."She was right of course. As the two ran Cale began warming up and Trixie took off her jacket. They had been running for. Looming over her, standing not two feet from her torso, was a dark figure. It was clad in ragged gray cloak and hood. But these were the only identifiable features on the figure, for under the cloak and hood was nothing but utter darkness. It was not simply the darkness of the night, but a blackness so inky that it was like a hole torn in reality. It was as if the figure were there, but also not there.The figure leaned forward. A tendril of the darkness in the shape of a human arm emerged. The.