It was as if someone had forced upon him the mindset of a storyline denizen of evil. It wasn't insanity, exactly, but very close. Almost chaotic.Chaot...c?I gasped. Talon wasn't his only name - it was given to him later. His brother Zaire had been known as Carnage, making the being that stood before me -"Chaos."His lips twisted into what should have been my favorite half-smile, but was warped by malice and the promise of pain.It made me shiver, though I couldn't tell if it was in fear or. . don't worry about it." I wasn't sure I followed, but I just decided to lie there, take her word for it, and let her finish her work.She rested her head on my upper leg, facing me, and not letting go of my Dick, all the while staring me in the eye to get any reaction I had. It was a very tender stare, as if she were celebrating that I came in her pussy, so hard without hesitation. So I took that moment to play with her "new" hair. We laughed when we both sensed that my fingers were not working. .” Not a particularly unpleasant thought, all in all. They’re bright, relatively well-behaved kids. I’m already running down a list of tractor rides and a trip down to the creek. There’s a deep spot that serves as a swimming hole. Lena and I have not only cleaned out a bit of debris, making it user-friendly, but we’ve used it. The creek will mostly dry up in a few weeks of summer, but until then, the deep spot stays cleaned out with the fresh flow. We don’t go skinny-dipping there any more. Though there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m pretty sure that they’re bisexual, too. They’re my sex slaves ... and Marcella is my head slut. But that’s not all. There’s a lot more going on here. More than you might ... quite expect, or even believe at first,” I freely admitted it all now.“Oh, my ... oh ... my!” Nina responded to this news, even as I still danced with her and my slaves groped both of us, “oh, dear ... more vodka ... more vodka now! There’s not enough vodka for this, not.