At any point, did you bite anybody?" "No." To a real vampire, neck biting bloodsuckers are like Bigfoot to the humans, a primitive throwback with no r...al evidence of its existence and that no credible witness has ever seen. We feed on raw life force. We are masculine-physical feeders." Masculine-physical? What does that mean?" To understand that, you must first accept that there is a higher beingness to everyone, a soul if you will. That being, depending on its needs, will generate three types. Over time, I realized I had been seeing glimpses of ‘Brandi’ since the moment I first laid eyes on you – and liked what I saw. Our domination/submission games merely heightened my longstanding desire to take charge of our relationship, like my namesake - and see what my little bimbo was all about.Then came my affair with Brock, and his subsequent demand to get Michael ‘out of the way’. I already had an idea how I was going to accomplish that, but when he introduced me to Jean-Claude and he, in. See this ass, see how tight it is, no wiggle, no bounce. This ass wants to feel a man’s balls slapping against it, a man’s hands groping it. See this neatly trimmed pussy, this is a virgin pussy, hymen intact. This pussy aches for the feel of a man’s cock breaking that little flap of useless skin that makes a girl a woman. Do you see me in my full nakedness?’ ‘What do you want from me, some kind of approval that you have a body that any man would long for?’ I could not say another thing before. A street bum halfway to oblivion stood at an abandon window across the street after hearing voices and rubbed his yes. There was a beautiful woman nicely dressed handing a naked young girl a pair of panties. He coughed, spit and slid back down again. He knew a hallucination when he saw one.John took the panties, stepped into them, the bra next with some help and the slip after a bit of struggle. The sun dress, a chiffon with an underskirt of nylon fit him perfectly, as did the thigh high nylons.