Now with the rest of her body sprawled out on the bed, she took more than half of Clyda's cock down her throat in one gulp, and was getting off on the...feeling. Rayleena swallowed more, slowly, reveling in the sensation of Clyda's fat cock sliding down her throat, inch by inch, like a hot, throbbing, jizz-filled snake. Clyda was going out of her mind with lust. None of the girls on the Island could swallow cock the way Rayleena was doing. At last, Rayleena's lips reached the base of Clyda's. I am flattered that you want me and -yes – you have big manly cocks. But we cannot make love. Not here.”The boys looked at each other smiling “Where then?”“Not here and not now, it must be another time”“No, now” Abshir said and grabbed her hand and pushed it onto his throbbing cock, forcing her to hold it.Frida half sobbed, but held her nerve. She was a clever adult, they were naive boys.“No.”Abshir looked pained as the enourmity of what he was doing finally reached his brain. But it didn’t. She missed that edge, the adrenaline rush, and the fear!That was what she needed; if Lesley wasn't to be one of the roost mates, a Wampyr she need the high from elsewhere. The answer was at once obvious, one name, one need one desire - Frankie. If Joyce wouldn't let her into the pack (for whatever unknown reason) she would find her highs in dominating the delicious redhead. Then she wouldn't be alone, it wouldn't matter that she was ostracized from the roost. But this could be dangerous, how. He looked around the room. Besides the beautiful décor, the thing that was probably the most notable about the room was the fact that our suitcases were still packed. We lived out of the suitcases so we were always ready to leave in a heartbeat."Dad, where is Mom?" he asked."I don't know exactly," I said. "But she's happy and doing what she loves most." So is she gardening or shopping?" he asked smiling. "And what does Uncle John mean when he said she was a suspect in a crime?" Maybe I'd better.