Lazarus had better be a fucking magician.~~~ “Mr Djvonic, a pleasure to finally meet you. Has anyone offered you a drink?” A young man swept into ...he room; early twenties or thereabouts, tall and good looking with a shock of undercut black hair that was so bedraggled it must have been styled that way. The tailored t-shirt and slim jeans completed the picture: hipster. Great, Lazarus was employing his fucking nephew as an office boy. The fifteen-minute wait had done nothing to improve Djvonic’s. He was wearing a ripped tee and skinny jeans that showed his 2 inch soft cock and ball sac in his jeans. I was wearing a black bracelet and a red tube top with a black see through mesh skirt that you could see the my ass clearly with. On our way there my boyfriend got mad because he said I was dressed up like a slut and he didn't like it. I told him I was just dressing up for fun and to be comfortable, not telling him my true intentions. We arrived at the concert and I was so excited we went. . But I sometimes imagined it ... When he was fucking me, I know he was imagining being a goat, or whatever, so I imagined him being a goat ... And that got me into thinking about animals ... And here we are...”We cut to a wider shot, and see that she is sitting at one end of a three-seater couch, with our American host sitting at the other end ... Evidently prompting her guest with questions. “Here we are, indeed ... All the way from a freaky boyfriend, to performing bestiality on national. I could tell things between them were cold at the time. Mother wouldn't speak to my father for days on end."Then things warmed up for a little while and I thought our life was going to be like it used to be. Mom kissed Dad before he left when he said he had rented a camp and was going to spend some time there to find himself. Roberta left shortly afterwards, but then she didn't come home that night. Mom was going wild, suspecting the two were together. I was put in the care of a neighbor for a.