Thorne Halsbury was a vampire. His tall frame cut a noble silhouette against the lightening sky and he leaned against the cold wrought-iron rail of th... balcony, pushing his mane of dark, unruly curls back as his turquoise eyes searched the watery dawn. Thick, manicured fingers stroked a soft tuft of blond-brown fur, fashioned in a well-trimmed goatee and full lips parted the space between sections of facial hair. He smiled lazily. Another beautiful day. He felt the presence behind him before. Oh, wait, that was your anus! Tasted pretty sweet, in any case!” Becca teased Janine before sticking her tongue halfway down my slave’s throat, “there, taste your own tossed salad, honey buns! You were delicious!”“One can’t live on rimjobs alone, not even from sweet cheeks here!” Paige reminded her, “how about some good red wine, too!”“And, of course, some gelato!” Heather put in her own two cents.“Hey, as long as we end up fucking stuffed like crazy, and not just from the food, though that. ?Now get me my riding crop and bend over and grab the footboard of the bedwith your girly panties around your ankles so I can fuck your bitch ass withmy strap-on for a few laughs!? She snapped. As Bambi listened to them, she felt as if she were in a dream, or nightmarerather. She realized that she had been frigging herself impulsively and aroseslowly to creep toward their door and confirm that this was in fact, actuallytaking place. She stood in stunned silence, fondling her breasts and. A vortex and I am slowly rotating and leaving the scene below me. The figure lying there and those around her gradually disappear as I am drawn away, gently spinning down long a tunnel. They are gone and I am spinning faster in a children’s kaleidoscope of brilliantly coloured patterns, drawn along by some unseen and gentle influence. I am loved… I know I am loved… the unseen power tells me wordlessly I am loved. I, the unlovable, am loved. In the far distance amid the ever-changing patterns.