He opened the door for her with a look that made it clear he approved of her wardrobe choice and his gaze lingered as her dress rode up and showed the...top of her stockings and garter. She smiled, happy to have pleased him, and started thinking about how she could continue to do so throughout the night. The ride to the restaurant was short and they didn't speak much, just him asking if she enjoyed the music and her replying that she did. When they arrived, somehow, he was out of the car and. He whimpers as the ichor burns his lips. As she coos sweet nothings to him he feels his mouth fill with her blood. “Drink my son!” She commands as she rubs over his throat causing him to gag. His gagging causes him to swallow the first bit. He whimpers once more then begins to suck with abandon. The bitter sweet blood flooding into his mouth as it brings life back to him in a form. He feels her fucking him once more as if it were something he would need his cock dead as he is now. He growls. " Little whats?" he yelled again."Little pitchers," she said distinctly."They have big ears," she could hear someone murmur to Toshimura in the background. "You mean they can overhear you?" the sociologist asked in a milder tone."He thinks it's possible."In fact Igwanda was considerably less concerned about that than he had been. Many of the battles in which he'd participated back on Earth had taken place in bucolic settings similar to the pavilion meadow, and he had become adept at reading the. I gasped a little at the sting, but we were barely getting started. She smacked my behind a couple more times, beginning to get warmed up. "Good girls DO NOT go around showing boys their panties," SMACK, "and they DEFINITELY" SMACK, "do not" SMACK, "show them" SMACK, "what's UNDERNEATH their panties!" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.I writhed a little, trying to evade the sharp sting of the hairbrush, and she applied a little more pressure to my lower back so I couldn't escape. "Oh no, you.