It all started with the phone calls. We were together years ago. It was intense. S and M all the way, her always always telling me to go further, furt...er. Whip me until I bleed. Take me to the farm. Get a dog. She was sick even then. I played with her, whipped her, shocked her, lent her out to other perverts but she always wanted more. And she found it. She dumped me for an older, richer, sexier man who she said knew how to give her what she wanted. Then, he got tired of her and sent her back.. My brothers face turned crimson and for a moment I felt sorry for him, 'Come on J', I said softly, 'you dont need something like this', and as I spoke I studied the soft sex toy with its perfect facial front representing the female pussy.'It looks real enough', I said with a slightly bemused look on my face, then pushing two fingers inside I had to comment on the strangeness of the feeling, then holding it aloft and working my fingers in and out, I started to make noises reminiscent of the 'B'. ." Ken wouldn't have made it this far," Dick said. "If another week had gone by he would have been too sick, too weak to make it to the self-repair phase. The stress of the vomiting and the malnutrition would have killed him."It was after the pre-sunrise feeding on the thirteenth night that Meghan first held the blood down after drinking it from Jo's wrist. She was miserably nauseous, of that there was no doubt, but she held on, her eyes tightly closed, her fists clenched, her breathing deep. He still sounded agitated and almost nervous. What had gotten into him?"I haven't seen you all day. Don't you want me to keep you company?" There's no need." He rinsed his mouth out and then patted his lips on the hand towel. She was familiar with his nighttime rituals and he only needed to drop the towel and slip into bed.She sauntered behind him and wrapped her hands around his chest. Her dreams had been erotic and the masturbation session hadn't quenched her hunger, she had begun to realize..