“This is not my song.” Her breathing was frantic as confusion consumed her actions. Her hands raced the same pieces over and over. Her eyes was g...azed with the pain that she endures. Though she tries to hide it underneath her long bangs, one of her eyes was lost and now cove red by a medical patch. Her wrists were bandaged thickly for reasons no one dare to ask. However, these injuries were not enough to spoil the beauty that she always had. But she had lost the thing that makes her whole. . "Have you any idea why this is happening?" I asked, as I opened the package of food and began to eat."No, it doesn't appear to be connected to a spell or to Magic. I'm not sure what it is, or why it's happening, and apparently to both of us," she told me with a worried look on her face."What's your name?" she asked next."I'm Mankato (Blue Earth) Two Wolves, but my friends call me Robert. I'm Lakota Sioux – well mostly," I informed her looking into her bright green eyes, before asking, "Who are. As he was telling me more about the party I found myself thinking about how big his cock was and how good it had felt. Suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder and heard him ask if I was alright. I realized I had not heard half of what he had been saying and I was staring at his crotch. Without even thinking I asked him how soon was the party and told him I didn't know if I could wait till a party. He laughed and said, "the party can start right now If you want". Without saying another word I. He eats his own cum daily…he even saves it up in a condom and at the end of a week he takes it out of the freezer and warms it in a cup of hot water and sucks out the cum while she masturbates him.Yet, he always came back to her. She marveled at this sexual creature she had total and absolute control over. As long as she kept his sexual release on the edge of heightened deprivation she could make him do whatever she wanted and she wanted to see how he unraveled in front of her eyes. A simple.