“Do that.”“I should have gone for Victory Smith,” I whispered.“What?” Ali looked baffled.Victory Smith frowned. “I sense you are thrown ...y my humanoid form.”“I ... just kinda ... thought...” I said, slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. “You were a dude.”“I am the male of my species,” Victory said.“Really?” I asked.“No.” She frowned. “I have mammary glands. And in my spider-form, I clearly have exposed thuuung and venom injectors. Now!” She clapped her hands, which set her breasts (which I. "Who the fuck is 'Todd', and why am I so wet?" She glanced down at her hardening nipples and could feel her kitten getting wetter and wetter at the thoughts of her mother and the strange man. Margret stopped and sat on her bed. 'Is it wrong if I do this? I mean ... it's my mother, and ... wouldn't that be sick?' She slowly undid her zipper and slipped out of her jeans. I just can't help it. Margret subdued to her body's calling and removed her yellow polo from her tanned and freckled skin. She. I feel something sharp a blade or a knife maybe lightly trace my skin from my pussy up to the centre but of my bra. With one forceful action he cuts my bra open and pushes the cups aside with the blade grazing over my soft tits. I am so exposed and at his mercy his dominance pinning me to the bed. I hear him move around the room again. All of a sudden I squeal through my gag. The cold sensation of the ice on my clit sends waves over me. He gently circles the ice cube over my clit making me moan. I'm not sure she's there right now. She isn't doing anything." Kenny, I can't simply drop everything, and come running, every time something like this happens. There are more than a thousand people depending on me to try to save their jobs. I have an obligation to them." More than the one you have to Mama?" That isn't fair, Kenny. If she were all right now, she'd tell you that herself." If she were all right, she wouldn't have to. I'll do the best I can, but I don't know anything else to try..