"Are you all right? Does anything else hurt?"Well, yeah. My weiner is trying to rise from the dead but my jeans are too tight. But I'm not gonna say t...at. So I'm like, no, I'm OK. And she's like, good. "Do you want to report this?" she asks."To who," I go."Hmm. I don't know. I've never... to the captain? To Nickelodeon? If those boys try anything else..." I'm all like, no, it'll be fine. 'Cause I'm thinking, boys? Those turds were my age!But then Florence is all, good night, and, like, booking.. She screamed briefly from the pain."Ask me for what you want," I demanded."I want to be your slave," she said. "I want you to take all my cherries. I want to serve you."I reached into the box and pulled her up, slinging her over my shoulder. I carried her over to an ottoman and laid her face down on it. Her hands were still bound, and had to be uncomfortable stuck under her stomach. I knelt behind her, my knees straddling her bound legs and I opened my pants. Rachel walked back into the room. Donald would sleep better after a good cock-sucking, she knew her own dreams would be far more pleasant with a belly full of hot cum."Ready to get your prick sucked, baby?" Vivian cooed, kissing her way down his chest and stomach, preparing to nestle her head in his crotch."Go to it, Mom," Donald sighed.Donald stretched out flat on his back, his massive fuck pole arcing stiffly over his belly. Vivian lay on her side beside him. She continued lewdly jacking his boner, corkscrewing her fist up. Should we sit and pray then?" It's not like that. I'm going to tell you something you already know, but have forgotten, and then things should get interesting." Oh, be still my heart. Perhaps I should alert the media first? What are you talking about woman!. Answer quickly. I feel a hunger coming on." I've been doing some research since I came out here last time, and... well anyway, long story short... SLEEHKARTUSHKA!" And as the sun cleared the top of the trees, and shone directly on the wolf,.