“Good evening, is it Mr Simpkins? ”“It is, hello there, but please call me Graham,” he said as he leaned forward and shook my hand.To say I wa... stunned would be an understatement, in front of me stood — well, not what I had imagined at all. Graham was tall, about 6’2”, had shoulder length wavy blonde hair and was elegantly but casually dressed in dark jeans and a pale pink and white, striped shirt. He had a sort of boyish, sexy charm about him, and annoyingly it was apparent, from his cheeky. He’s our neighbor from down the hall, and he’s been an unbelievable help here all afternoon.? She smiled widely once again. ?Sam, this is Victoria.? It was beyond Sam’s ability to be the first and foremost one to speak in such a circumstance, and a silence thus dragged on as Victoria seemed to appraise him from head to toe, and he began to wither mentally under her critical gaze as he surmised that it would now be the usual case, that if he was regarded in any way at all, he would be. She moaned at the simple thought of having him so soon after their first time.But David had something else in mind as he simply pulled back and to her side. He smiled down at the confusion on her face, but before she could question him, he moved to quickly turn her over and mount her from behind. The quickness of his move and her complete surprise at this move caught her off balance and she didn’t struggle in the least when she realized just what he had planned. She tried to turn her face. She squeezed her breasts and milk leaked from those tips. Depravity went dead still, as if he were salivating in my blood. “Mira,” I whispered.“Come and drink, Master, won’t you? No one has ever taken care of you and you take such good care of me. You’re teaching me everything. Let me give back, please. Pretty please? Drink.” I groaned because she wasn’t just talking about the milk.And I couldn’t resist, not with Depravity about to go insane in my blood. My lips closed around one of those.