Stoo... oop... oh stoooo... oop!“„You don't really want to me stop. I can feel how much you like it.“„N-No... ooo... no... ooooo!“Flavia was...assuredly becoming even more desperate.Squelch...Squelch...Squelch...Squelch...„Hhhhhaaaahhhh... hhhhaaaahhhh.“„That's it, Missie... you love black meat... you know you do!“Skilfully, completely in control, Sambo began to fuck the now squirming Flavia faster and more forcefully.In moments, Flavia knew she was lost, and the shame of it was like a knife. The first surprise was the hounds. They were hounds, it is true, but not foxhounds; the Emir's kennels contained the largest pack of pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds anywhere in the world. The chances of a fox against these pursuers would be slim indeed, but there were no foxes in Kobekistan. If our hypothetical Englishman were to follow the hunt until he caught a glimpse of the quarry, he would be even more surprised to see that it was over four feet at the shoulder, had little or no fur, except the. I unbuckled my belt and jerked myself off, coming within about thirty seconds. I used the downstairs bathroom to clean myself up, then went back to the TV. At least I wouldn't have to sit here all night with a hard-on trying to burst through my pants.I wasn't paying much attention to what I'd put on the TV - an action movie of some kind. Not great, but it kept my brain amused. That, along with the beers, which I replaced with a fresh, cold one every half hour or so.Just after ten, there was a. .. Legacy... ‘ Zax repeated on and on, struggling to uncover what the expert had meant.He could feel a sense of great importance tied to the hereditary legacy the expert mentioned, something very personal, yet not just for him.He skimmed and rearranged the information flood in his sea of consciousness. There was not a lot to begin with, but it all was too confusing to effectively deduce in its mess of a state.Five days later.‘It’s finally organized fully!’It was grueling. If had to make sense.