Just moments afterward, her cunt felt so good the she wanted to repeat her erotic performance for more juicy pleasure. So she went to the house and go... another carrot.Back in the shed, she sat in a corner and once again fucked herself silly. She came and came, even better than the first time, and she loved every minute of it! Then she fed the wet carrot to her pet.This time she felt his teeth gently munching against her hand as she finished the carrot. Her blue eyes went wide as she made the. She couldn't touch it. It would shock her. She knew it wouldn't but - she knew it would. She was not allowed to lift or clean this bowl.She picked up her sandwich and dumped it in the bowl. She got down near it on all fours, naked - but she couldn't eat it. It didn't smell like dog food. It didn't smell like piss. It would be poisoned. She wasn't allowed. Crying in frustration, Cadence backed away from the bowl. She forgot to stand up again - crawling felt right. She crawled to the. “There is a cure for this sort of thing, dear,” went on the old woman as they left the bus.Rebecca gasped in a deep breath, attempting to inhale the whole out of doors, only to find that she was squarely in the exhaust of the bus. She forced down the bile again, unable to free herself from the tour group and the old woman. She wished she had Wesley to lean on. She felt terrible.“Of course, it’s an old witch cure,” the woman continued, “but it won’t harm you. Come this way and help me over the. I moved it in and out several times, capturing more of her wetness and licking her inner walls as much as I could. After several minutes exploring inside of her I slipped my tongue out and licked up to her clit where I surrounded it with my lips, licking and sucking on it.But she wanted none of this that night. She grasped my ears almost painfully and pulled. I let her bring me up and she kissed me almost savagely, reaching down to my hips and pushing my sweats down. They had barely cleared my.