Roy’s career required him to move around quite a bit from contract to contract and he wasn’t able to make either of his two marriages work. Outwar...ly he put this down to his need to keep moving but deep down he knew these just hadn’t been the right women. His last project was winding down but he really took a liking to the geography. The southern Rockies provided fantastic skiing and hiking, so Roy was hanging around a little longer to relax. Sam poked Roy one evening and it turned out she had. As an object. To fuck, to torture. There’s a lot of perverts out there, with a lot of twisted fantasies. I’m not one of them, but I know how to smell a good business.??Jesus Christ, Lars,? he stuttered, ?I don’t know what to say. I? I? don’t think I’m the right person for something like that.??You’ll be fine, Doc. There’ll be a cut of the profits for you, and obviously, personal benefits. If you know what I mean. But we need someone to stitch a cut or to give a pill now and then.?Doc stared at. The old man got up and I closed down my legs and pulled my panty up. They talked and in about a minute he came close to me and said “ today is your lucky day, slut.”He extended his hand and I got up, he came to me and asked“How many have you had?”‘‘11’’ I said“11 men”?“Yes”“Let’s make it 20”, he said“I’ve got a few friends, you’ll like them, your pussy will love them”, he said.“That’s too much”, I said“What’s too much for a slut like you? We’ll stop if you can’t take it anymore”“Okay”, I. Two beestings on the side of her neck, and her blood was being drawn into me, feeding never felt so good, this hot sticky nectar flowing down my throat, numbing the burning the thirst always created. I was careful not to let the liquid run down on to her top, if she survived it wouldnt be a good idea to have blood stains everywhere. I could feel her sinking down in my arms, the life draining away from her, I had to stop now, before it killed her, her pulse was slowing. The human part of me was.