A good blood transfusion worked wonders there. Luckily for me, Stacy and I shared blood types (and no, I won’t tell you which one). A nice, hearty b...wl of clam chowder helped as well. The New England kind. The Manhattan variety is okay, but it’s really a stew instead of a proper chowder in my book. A real chowder should always be cream-based and very thick, with lots of potatoes in it.“Indeed ... and with three gangs behind me, we can get this done. That’s enough strength in force to take down. I slowly manage to pull myself together, my balls ache like fuck and I feelon the verge of puking up, but I manage not to. My abused ass is drippingNicks fresh cum.I manage to get myself onto all fours and make my way down stairs crawlinginto the kitchen where Nick is making a cup of coffee. He sits down in achair and tells me to sit in front him, I squat down and sit on the floorbetween his legs.`"Ok, pup u got the makings of a great dog as long as u don't keep fuckin upand disobeying me. If. "Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry. Are you a littlelonely? How about letting me be your special friend. What do you think?"I looked up at Auntie Mame, who smiled and nodded."Sure, that would be nice. I guess I just feel funny that everybodykeeps notice my, you know, problem." Oh sweetie, you don't have a problem. Think of this. Our clothes haveto fit our bodies just right so they look pretty, so we have to payattention to every little thing. Look," she said, pressing her breaststogether so that a deep. ‘Interesting’ he says to himself. ‘What’s interesting my lord?’ his valet, Zack, says walking into the room. ‘Nothing’ Jonathon says curtly. Zack bows at the waist, ‘The Emperor has sent for you my lord.’ ‘Good, maybe he’s found something to do. Get my cloak.’ Zack carefully picks up the cloak and helps Jonathon put it on. The cloak is solid black with a hood that shields his eyes. When looking at him you can only see the faint glow of his eyes from under the hood. It’s tied shut with a black.