"No, pet. If I fed off you again you'd be too weak to fight if you needed to." Hey..." Buffy began to object."No. Come and sit with me, honey-bunny," ...he patted the step beside her. Buffy joined her and they simply sat there together like any other couple, enjoying the warm summer night."This is the night she died." What?" My mummy," Drusilla's voice sounded pained. "This date, 7th of June. I came home and found her stuffed in the oven. She'd suffocated trying to claw her way out. It was. They look mighty angry," Pardin said. "Do you know anything about them and why they are here?"Adray sat straight up and turned to him. Pardin got an eyeful of her bosom before she tucked it back in, which made him angry and frustrated. He usually liked looking at women in the market and in the taverns. This elf did have a small handful on her chest yet her presence frustrated him no matter how appealing her frame was."Does one of them have a red ruby earring in his left ear and jewel encrusted. Slip your clothes off and you can join in."As Emma and Justine eased their crotches apart, it became obvious that Molly was the only one with a mass of red pubic hair.“It’s OK, baby, don’t worry - we can soon get that cleaned up - sit here and open wide."Justine supported her young daughter’s ankles, while Emma got to work, smoothing on the shaving gel and taking the first long, slow razor strokes through the tight red curls all around Molly’s pussy lips.Each time the electric razor buzzed. I looked down at his shoes and I stayed put so that he may could examine me. “That’s a good slave. So, are you ready for tonight?” “Yes, sir.” “Aw, look at you. Would you quit looking so miserable. You know very well that you want this just as much as I do.” “Yes, sir,” I replied. He ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re not a whore,” he continued. “ I’m not paying you to stay here. You're free to leave anytime you want and you have just as much ‘control’ as I do.” Somehow, that was the most.