I sat there and watched Bec and Dan hold each other while Angie brushed my hair and their grandmother rubbed my knee.I guess I felt a bit jealous or w...atever. Or maybe I was sad because when things were really bad I didn’t have people who would come and hold me like that. If only I had people like that, maybe things wouldn’t have been so bad. But that’s all over now. I’m mostly safe in here. I was always worried when I was in the group home that they would come and take me back. The shrink says. Out of nowhere, she appeared before him and gave him a kiss. Her prey took away all flight instincts and made the blood taste better. Selene drank under cover of darkness from her first victim still on the open road. She let him stroke her tight leather clothing, but she concentrated on his neck. When she had finished drinking, she stood up. Only now did she notice a surveillance camera pointed at her and her victim. They didn't have that in the south yet. But in Chicago, apparently they were. Then John pulled from his wallet a lottery ticket and told her that it was for them if it ever came up. She was so happy and contented. It all felt so right, and they continued their quest for their own place to sit for the afternoon, without interruptions. As they drove the tension gradually got stronger between them and they were forced to pull over and kiss again, but this time John’s hands were everywhere, holding her, stroking her until he found the button of her jeans and opened it, his. Peter-less." Already my 'subby sense' was tingling like a perverted Peter Parker, but before I could pursue her submission and humiliation I had preparations to make.My first concern was our health in these COVID times. "Do you have a fever?" I asked as a precaution. I'd prefer not dying for pussy...unless it's a quick and painless death or the pussy is really, really good.She softly replied as her honey dripped on the green felt, "You may check if you wish, but all I have are some jumbo rectal.