You may put your belt back on to accommodate your badge and pistol. Take your clothes off."The look on her face is one of a deer in the headlights. Sh... removes her hat and belt and puts them on the kitchen table. Then she slowly and haltingly takes off her shirt, exposing her vest underneath. "I don't want to do this, Ron," she says adding her vest to the shirt on the table."But you will," I think to myself. "You will not be the only clothed person at the dinner table," I insist. "Take your. Buffy shrugged. "You made me into a vampire, I'm not really sure if I even have a soul or not. But you sensed the dark power within me that flows through every atom of my being. Slayer power's not about killing it's about saving. I may be a vamp but I'm still the Slayer. And you sucked all my bl*od away."Drusilla suddenly realised why she'd never heard of a sired Slayer before."What do we do now?" she despaired.Buffy led her into Joyce's room where she was still dozing in her chair. She cuddled. He felt disappointed in himself for not paying enough attention when his mother was cooking, or offering to help when she prepared their dinners. When scrambled eggs are about the limit of your ability at age 18, it really says something about your selfishness. Chastising himself, Elliott decided to do better.His view of what was in the fridge settled on some leftover chicken stew they’d had a couple of nights before. “Just the thing,” Elliott said to himself as he took the plastic container. " Without hesitation, the slave follows her Mistress' command, closing her thin lips over the warm, sticky finger. Mistress pushes it deeper in the girl's mouth, just as she had inside Ashley's ass. Mistress takes the back of Ashley's head in her hand and holds it firmly in place. "You better watch her enjoying the taste of your ass," Mistress demands. Ashley stares at the girl being fed the juices from her most private place and can't help but be entranced, by how turned on by it the slave.