C'mon, let's head back to the freezer aisle.”Ethan picked out a gallon of his favorite flavor and they headed for the checkout. Thankfully, it wasn'... too busy this time of day. It wasn't long before Ethan was loading their purchases onto the conveyor belt while Asha inspected herself in a compact mirror. Everyone around them was staring at the gargantuan woman and her collared cart-bound submissive.Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan noticed a grocery manager keeping tabs on them. The man. "Good morning, Princess."*Sleep, I want to be left alone to sleep*"Sarah, get up, you can't sleep all day."Who's Sarah? I'm Sarah; they must be talking about me. I got up, rubbedmy eyes, and took a good look around my bedroom. On one wall was a map ofthe world and a large poster of the Backstreet Boys, whilst on the otherone was a large map of what appeared to be a large imaginary countrycalled Vallermoore. There were numerous smaller countries and other landsaround the edges, but I decided to. Martha, I told you, I want an answer, did you cut school? I told you, I dont remember what I did every day. I grabbed her hand and jerked her over my lap. She was wearing a pair of yellow shorts, my hand beat a tattoo on them. Ten solid whacks, she was bawling when I stood her up in front of me. Have I helped your memory, I asked her. No, rebellious smart mouth. I unfastened, unzipped and tugged her shorts off. She was wearing Big Girl panties, white, lace trimmed cut high at the legs and low. ‘Oh, no. You don’t want us to.’ She took him in another kiss—less dehydrating this time, but still filled with passion. Alrek found himself struggling to remember why he was complaining. Then he remembered. Nymphs. They would use him endlessly. He would be trapped. His mind broken. Not him. He was Snatch. He wouldn’t go this way. He struggled against Lisura’s gentle grasp, but even that was too much for his weakened limbs. His eyes narrowed. ‘Y…I can make it worth your while.’ ‘Oh, you will,’.