After a couple of minutes of that, Drinker dropped the belt, went down on his knees behind the boy, squeezed Sandy’s reddened butt cheeks open and b...ried his face in the boy’s crack. Sandy groaned at the deep penetration of the tongue and yelped when the man bit him on the tender cheeks.For the fuck, Drinker flipped Sandy over on his back. He grasped the boy’s legs, spread and bent them, and pressed Sandy’s feet to the mattress. Sandy lay there, letting himself be manipulated into the position. He rubbed at his forearm and was shocked to find a thin layer of smooth hair spreading across it. An itchy feeling everywhere then urged him to quick check over the rest of his body, of what revealed the same - his legs beneath his shorts and both arms had a light covering of fur, and even worse, it seemed to be thickening and spreading.Just then David remembered that strong citrus drink he was given earlier..."What was in that drink?What the hell's going on," Dave screamed as he wanted to know. Shut up you little chicken shit basturd. You will piss in my mouth or I will shoot off your balls. Do you here me? Yes yes I hear and I will, God please dont use that gun. He was shaking. I need you to piss my mouth. I want to taste it. I told him. I put his cock into my mouth, and looked up into his eyes. My eyes were begging for it. It took him a bit to get his water going, here it comes the man said. He filled my mouth quickly, I swallowed the golden juice quickly. I couldnt swallow. Red hair which flowed down to the middle of her back when down, but was currently tucked up into a smart bun. Porcelain skin which she fastiduously protected from the punishing Southern California sun. And a 34B-23-34 body which she carefully maintained through five aerobics sessions a week, plus regular jogging. She didn't go out of her way to draw attention from men normally, but in a business sense ... well, it just made sense to use every weapon in her arsenal to get ahead. So what if she'd.