The basilisk crowed in delight, fucking its tongue deeper into my depths and swirling around the walls of my pussy.I groaned. It felt good. I shook my...head, fighting the depravity of the moment. “Stop!” I gasped.The monster didn't listen. My toes curled as its tongue slithered through my pussy. Its taloned claws squeezed harder on my thighs as I thrashed, pinning me in place. I had to keep my eyes closed as my hands swept across the ground for something to attack the beast with.I brushed my. I don't know if you ever heard it, but it went something like this.A bird waited too long to head south and ended up nearly frozen solid on the ground near a tree. A dog wandered by and took a very healthy dump on the bird. which warmed the bird up and he felt so good he started singing. A cat heard the bird song and came dug out the bird and then ate him. There were several morals: First not everyone who shits on you is an enemy. Second not everyone who digs you out of a pile a shit is a. He provided a seriously abbreviated version of events, that involved a cave, the mouth of which was covered by a thicket of thorns. That also explained his ruined trousers, which his mother was very unhappy about. She assumed the worst about him too, and suspected he had stolen the gold.But, once Jack’s mother got over the shock of seeing the strange gold coins - and once she let him come out from hiding, after she was sure the sheriff wasn’t going to show up looking for him - she calmed down a. I make sureto hold doors for you so you can pass through them. When I get to the bedroom, I tug the leash around, swinging you onto the bed.You lose balance when your thigh hits the mattress, and fall over onto it.You scramble back up to a kneeling position on top of the bed, a king sizebed with a luxurious quilted, satiny cover in golds and deep reds, and a pinefour-poster frame. I climb up onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. You cansee that I am aroused, through the thin fabric of my.