M. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My slut was totally bald. Her beautiful hair was cut off and shaved away. Bena had tears in her eyes and looked like ...he would have had some horror hours. Her eye shadow was smearing her beautiful face with black stains. That guy totally degraded her and took her beautiful long brown shiny hair. She looked like a worthless slutslave now, taken away of her beauty. I always had that fantasy but didn’t do it, cause I liked her hair. But that was it for the moment.. “I have to consume him,” she replied with a disinterested tone. “I find his intrusion annoying and as such he is a good sacrifice to offer up to our goddess.”“Will it be painful?” Jacob asked, unsure about the prospect of killing his tormentor. In retrospect of the question being asked he surmised that the wrong question had been asked. “Of course not,” she said. “A sacrifice should be welcomed into the folds of our goddess in the way that pleases her the most; pleasure.”An epiphany hit Jacob. She pulled the briefs down and a gorgeous cock came into view. He kicked them off his ankles and she held the now fully stiff dick in front of her. It throbbed in her hand, and she licked a drop of precum off the tip, which made it jump. As just began to slowly work her hand up and down the shaft, gentle kisses on the large head, she tried to measure it in her mind. Seven. Maybe seven and a half inches. And so fucking thick. It would hurt, she realised, hurt so good. She took him in her mouth,. After donning his usual garb, black butt hugging jeans, and a black wife beater shirt, he stepped out of his colonial estate, inhaling the scents of the n ght. He took to the sky, revelling in the wind on his face, blowing his raven hair behind him. He settled to the earth, silent as a predaroty cat. For that's what he was, a predator stalking his prey. He came to his favorite spot, the Garden District, just a block away from Bourbon Street. He cruised the side walks,slowly walking past the.