"The new Slayer is Chinese; she lives in Shanghai."The message was clear, Kennedy had thought, she was almost old enough to go from "Potential" to "Ch...sen." But it wasn't her turn yet.She'd spent a week, barely eating, practicing by rote, with no appetite even for practice. Mr. Glastonbury had suggested a trip to Faire as a possible antidote to her doldrums. She'd jumped at the chance.Kennedy sighed one last time, and then looked at the clock tower. It was a little before noon. Friar Geoffrey. As expected Dan and Bern were going back to Egypt. Back to the people and lifestyle they loved, and missed. Firstly, before that, they were heading for the New Forest to a little cottage retreat tucked away from the hustle and bustle of city life. They had a couple of weeks before their flights were booked and they wanted, needed, some time together alone. After three years of lonely emptiness, Dan wanted Bern all to himself without interruptions.All four stood in the middle of the room. The. . wanting more. I reach forward and find your balls tight against you and then feel up your cock, to justify what I thought, pre-cum. I need to give you orders, before you blow your load. "You stupid Slut! Are you getting ready to cum already? Dumbass bitch! I am going to fuck you in your ass until you are ready to pop! I will make you my bitch! Do you understand?! When you are going to blow your load, cunt, I want you to turn around and jerk that load all over my clit! You got that, whore?!" . My bangles tinkled and I asked him should I remove my fineries. But he refused saying when he entered me he wanted to hear the way they jingle. I felt dying of shame. He took my wrist and pushed my hand in his shorts. I felt something sticky and hard coming in my hands and realized it was hois tool he sighed and told me to massage it. Then he started working on my choli. My choli was so tight that my big and firm breasts were barely confined in them. On top of that I could not wear brassiere.