Her tongue slathers up and down, provoking pleased growls form Phurre.“So you don’t have a particular, do you?” the yeti queen asks vaguely. “... wasn’t sure if it was just cock you craved.” She chuckles, her hand stroking at the witch’s hair.While the witch enjoys her position on her knees, her hand slides down her side and between her thighs before she slips a few fingers inside. A shudder runs through the witch, her tongue curling up the length of the yeti’s folds and lingering briefly at the. Okay, now walk to my car and open the back door. (Talking to me.) Keep this guy covered while I truss him up, then you can go see about our other prisoner. The two of you, bring the other prisoner to the usual place. Your other passenger is expecting you.”Dad had the man immobilized in the back seat in just a minute or so. He drove off, so I relocked the pickup cab and ran to see what I could do to help Beth. What I found was Hunter lying on the ground trussed hand and foot with cable ties.. We met back in college during my Junior year - her Sophomore year - and a few years later, we got married. At this point in our lives, we were both around the same age; her at 26 and me at 28. She was a slender, redheaded beauty with eyes as green and deep as a forest. Her innocent, freckled face betrayed her sultry countenance once we were in bed together. However, the woman I love doesn't seem to be here."Kendra?" I called out, getting out of bed, in naught but my boxers. The air had a cold. “Uh oh,” I thought to myself, “This certainly doesn’t sound good.” I tried it again. Click. Click. Click. “Well fuck!” I muttered under my breath. I dialed Steve’s cell number. “I think my battery is dead,” I said. “You don’t have two more in your dresser drawer?” Steve replied. “Not THAT battery,” I said, “It’s my car battery!” “So I guess,” Steve responded, “You need me to jump you?” Steve always had a way of turning the most serious of discussions dirty. “Yes,” I replied, “I need you.