It was as simple, and as basic, and uncomplicated as that. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted not love, but lust. I wanted to be taken and fucked, and fu...ked like a whore; hard, without gentleness; I wanted to swept along on a wave of pure, unadulterated, human lust; and here in front of me was this considerably younger (black) man who, I could tell from the way he looked at me, was as eager to do that as I was.Lowering my voice so that only he could hear, I said, looking right into his eyes as I. Love is sufficient." She raised her twig wand let it snap out its faerie alloy. "Prince Pux, Royal Representative of the Kingdom of the Imps, you have permission to enter!"Within the shower gold that glinted the colors of prisms a shape formed from a greater collection of them. It was the stringy green haired boy with pointed nose and chin. He was still wearing the brown jeans and purple velvet T-shirt that was supposed to tell people that he was now pretending to be Alfred. He seemed to have. It reminds me of an animal shelter. No strays start barking at us however. She flicks the lights on. Harsh industrial fluorescents come on over head. I can see now that most of the cages are full. A male slave lounges in most of them. A few are empty. ?These are the pens; it’s where we keep the fuck slaves until we want to use one. There are dungeons all over the house for that purpose,? Anastasia explains. We stroll between the cages. ?Come here,? she says,. “Look, I’ll get use to it.” Carly arguing the point. “I think?” Continuing with a softer voice while unlocking her front door.As both girls walk in and take off there shoes, Carly goes first and heads to the counter in checking her email on the computer. Sam on the other hand dashes in right afterwards to the fridge. “I can believe it, no messages? Well, I guess homework it is then.” Carly concludes.While Sam brings out her hungry needs of fried chicken onto the bar counter. Carly gets out a.