He felt kind of like the first time he ever smoked pot. He was about to do something he thought at the time was wrong, but something inside of him wa... telling him that he should do it. That something was the vampire in him. Nevertheless he asked, “are we really going to torture someone simply to get a better meal?” Irina looking hurt again replied, “It is kind of impossible for me to explain properly, but no that’s not the only reason. There are many reasons that we must hunt like this. . She took a sip, then replaced the cup on the tray and struggled to sit up, casually easing the strap back up onto her shoulder and patted the bed beside her. All her nightdresses were long, but when she turned back the bedclothes to allow me in I saw her nightdress had ridden up over her thighs.I climbed in, and she handed my tea and continued to drink her own as she asked me what the weather was like, and if I’d slept well, all the usual things. We drank our tea together, while I glanced down. She smiled over her shoulder. A wicked glint in her dark eyes. Dont tell my husband, k? He sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. Crawl over here, slut. She bit her finger and gyrated her ass. Dont you like to watch me? Im not gonna stop. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl. She let her finger slide out of her moist lips. Yes Daddy. She eased down on all fours, her huge tan tits hanging down, and arced her ass high in the air. He wondered whether he should fuck her luscious butt right. She carefully sucked each one into her mouth, briefly slathering all over each one before licking back up the tip and resuming sucking.I forgot about our conversation for a moment, as my mother’s submissive brunette lover worshiped my cock with her hot little mouth. She had come a long way under my mother’s tutelage, and not just with her oral skills.“You don’t need to tell me how fantastic her ass is; I see enough of it at the gym. She has a habit of wearing just about the tightest shorts you.