With a sudden rush, Megan came to Brad’s dying grimace.“No, I can’t. This is wrong,” Megan whimpered futilely.She saw more boys now. First Bra...’s roommate, who she drained even more thoroughly than Brad. Then other faces: boys she had seen or fantasized about. Boys to come.Each one Megan drained in her vision, siphoning their life energy through her mutant snatch. It all felt so natural.A voice inside cajoled her, telling her it was alright. In fact, it was natural and good to drain boy after. I changed my appearance and my way of life. I went to school, met my husband who we both thought could melt me into a feeling human being again, but unfortunately he failed, then he couldn't stand living with a woman made of ice and left, can't blame him though, I can't stand her either; if it wasn't for Amy I would have put an end to it all a long time ago. And I know I have been a wet blanket to Amy, telling her no to everything, trying to poisen her mind against men, being over protective to. She had heard of hickys, and concluded that that is what these were. The four females gave Millie a lesson in applying make up, impressing on her that the next time she would be expected to do it herself. When they were done Millie was once again looking at the face of a whore in the mirror.Every time Millie looked in the mirror and saw her short hair, the rage would flair up; every time her rage threatened to erupt, Millie would suppress it a little better; every time she suppressed her rage,. Breasts. Whip my breasts, but not my pussy.??Good choice, Rita dear.?I tightened the bounds that held her till she was almost on tiptoe. Her breasts were bunched together and rode high on her chest, and a deep cleavage invited the whip to explore them thoroughly. I stepped back and cracked the whip in the air. She jumped at the sound, then moaned at the thought of what would soon follow. I swung the whip behind me and then let it fly at her breasts.Crack!!! The leather strap struck against the.