”“I’m just trying to sort out your fantasies. As your master, it is my job to ensure you are satisfied.”“I like the sound of that.”“How ...bout we finish up here and see if we can get it right this time.”“Onion rings and sex my two favourite things. Can’t we do both?”She reaches between her legs and undoes my zipper. Sitting on my lap, it is a little too difficult for her to fish out my dick, so she grinds into me.“What? Do you want a tower of onion rings stacked on my dick?”“Now that sounds. After what seems like days of wandering, he hears some movement just to his left. He assumes it is just an a****l, a rodent perhaps, until he hears joyful laughter. Then he knows there is something else in this forest. Perhaps it is just the Fae, or his imagination, but he can’t help but investigate further.He follows the sound of the laughter to a clearing in the forest, noting that it seems to only be one creature laughing, not many like it would be if it were the Fae. He enters the clearing,. Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard, grasping her small ass cheeks and pulling her hips hard against his. She could feel the bulge of his partly stiff cock against her quivering belly. She started to protest his failure to even ask first, but his tongue forced its way between her lips and she decided she didnt really care. You need a master, he smiled, pulling away after the long and probing kiss, someone who understands just what you need. He pushed her gently but firmly. With Jeff’s own level of youthful overconfidence Jeff wrote Morris’s warning off as the raving of an old worrywart and being selfishly protective of his sex trafficking business.Jeff was successful in initially knocking Barb out with nitrogen. But he was a total failure at bringing her back to consciousness. Not administering oxygen quickly enough after she lost consciousness left Barbara with permanent brain damage. He tried to feed her to keep her alive but her inability to feed herself and.