With his thumb and forefinger Jim grasped the small littlehand and shook it."Now, what are you doing in my apartment?" Jim asked wondering how toreact...to the creature's intrusion."Well since you ask, I am a fairy and I've come here to make yourwildest fantasies come true." And what would that be? Sex with Brooke Burke." No stupid, even better I am going to make a woman out of you! When Iread your story I just couldn't resist, the mind that could come upwith such a twisted arousing tale. I just. You need a pussy because you have no imagination, and mine’s the only one you ever get to use anymore.”His response to that was nonverbal. His hand shot forward and clasped around her throat. It was easy for him to wrap his fingers more than halfway around her neck. Regardless of his loathing, he never put excessive pressure on her. He focused it on the sides, and pressed against her windpipe but never obstructed it. Sometimes she wished he'd do more, but she knew that he wasn't the one to. I felt the blood drain from my face, and felt a cold hollow feeling in my chest. She went back to crying. I sat there for a while trying to get a grip on all of the different things I was feeling - shock, betrayal, concern for her, and strong arousal - just for starters.I looked at her ass shake as she lay face down on the bed sobbing. My feelings of concern took the forefront. I started rubbing her back and telling her that I loved her and that we would be ok. As I spent the next twenty. Suddenly, she felt a really hard slap that shuddered through her whole body. It surprised the fuck out of her and hurt like hell. She bucked up in reflex the couple of inches that she could move and Martin quickly forced the seat under her, lifting her up even higher with a grab to her ass from behind. The protruding mechanism of the horn was pressing firmly on the front of her crotch, the concave shape cupping her mound. She looked over her shoulder but could only see a blur that looked like.