“anyway, Marcus I just want to apologize for my father and how he's treating you. Oh, it's no problem. I've been doing this for a long time. Can't s...y I enjoy it but I don't hate it either. I just hate working for your father. If I was at home I wouldn't mind cleaning up and picking cotton for myself. I've always believed in a clean household and outside. At the same time, I'm not crazy about it either. I'm more like I will clean up if I have to. Interesting I'm the same way, Marcus. I don't. Now, please.’ His cock slid inside her and she moaned at the feel of it, squeezing him with internal muscles. He groaned roughly, and she felt the vibrations in his chest through her nipples. He slid in and out of her, slowly, then fast, hard then gentle, until she was going crazy and pulling his hair to get some control. He grabbed the hand that had a death-grip on his hair and kissed the part of arm he could reach. She loosened her grip and he pulled her hand to his mouth, kissing the wrist’s. It would only have affected his isolated mind. Once the potion wore off, wouldn't that go away? Then Cathy would be freed as well.He did not take the chance. He held on and pushed away any thoughts of enslavement before he and Cathy writhed, gasped, and grunted through their shared orgasm.Closing the door again was hard. More venom spewed forth before he could relegate it once more to the distant shout. He wanted to scream in his defense that he was doing all he could. It was not like he had. Oh, it’s just a raccoon. They’re everywhere, what’s the big deal? This raccoon was the size of my other (smaller and lazier) dog Sparkles – making it about 40 pounds. I had always dreamt of being some great hero, like from the adventure books I read so often, and this raccoon was my beast to slay. At first I had named it GRTLITSNMH (Giant Raccoon That Lives In The Sewer Near My House), but that ended up being a bit of a mouthful, so I changed it to GRIMS (Giant Raccoon In My Sewer). The four.