But not with my sweet Angel watching and listening! I would simply die of humiliation!"Suzanne responded, "You say that now, but tell me, haven't you ...hought about that? Isn't that a secret fantasy of yours?"Actually, Susan had been thinking about that very thing a fair amount lately. She'd even suggested it to Brenda during one of their recent conversations. She was astonished. "How did you know that?!"Suzanne was pleased. Although Susan had shared many of her fantasies, none had been like. The feyhound was a construct that Aingeal made with her faerie magic. She wove the dog-shaped thing out of twigs and wicker, forming a hound made out of woven wood with a leave for a tongue and a huge cock for her own perverse pleasure. When we fought with Keythivak, one of the depraved servants of Zizthithana, he dispelled the spirits animating the feyhound. Out of desperation, I found myself inhabiting it. Controlling it. I hadn’t prepared it. I shouldn’t be able to inhabit it.But I. ..please." She was begging me now. "Shall we let her off the hook or shall we make her cum right here?" I asked the waiter who immediately said, ' I want to see her cum." So I just shrugged my shoulders and sat back as she gripped onto the edge of the table until her knuckles were turning white and finally gave in to an intense orgasm that caused her to shake and tremble as she fought to suppress her natural tendency to scream. I thought her head was going to explode from keeping it all. So I generally goes to hometown twice or thrice a year.Last year after my exams when I planned to go home, I came to know that my family has gone to attend a marriage ceremony in village . And they will be back after 1 days of my reach to home. As almost all the students had left and I had already booked tickets I decided to go hometown. My parents also told me not to worry as they will be back just after one day and our maid will do all the work at home.I reached home on Monday morning at 6..