When I was at work, having a short break and the opportunity to take myself off for some alone-time, I went onto Lush on my phone and found another bl...zing story by literot, called ‘Never Give Up.’Having read the story and had my delicious release, I just couldn't get the story out of my mind. I never wear panties or a bra at work in case I get covered in body fluids from the patients, but I never expected those fluids could be mine!I had to change my scrubs more than once because of how much. How could this so-called Government of National Unity send our brave boys off to defend King and Empire without providing them with the necessary equipment to fulfil their duty or keep their substantial members suitably encased? I have written post-haste to Lord Beaverbrook, the Minister for War Production, and informed him that not only is he a very naughty boy, but that unless he addresses this issue immediately he won't be brooking any more Cum Girly beaver in the near future. Just the other. As it seemed it would take weeks before her first slave could give blood again. She would probably need hundreds of slaves to fully feed on their blood. Each of her slaves would have preferred her not to have any more slaves, but they accepted that Selene would always get more slaves and subjugate them by caressing them.Selene now also knew that the saliva she injected into her victims' wounds before and after the blood donation had a clear effect. The saliva at first increased their lust and. If they do not get their way in all things, they become violent. The day they arrived, we were all afraid of them, I can still hear my mother saying to me 'Hans I must hide you. God only knows what they will do to the children.'" There had been many stories. Many. I thought that the Russians would eat the children. I think that perhaps my mother thought so, too. So, she did hide me. In the basement. I remember that I was so fearful of the dark, very much afraid. I think I may have cried myself.