Then we will fuck you again.” Obuma found a towel and a bottle of shampoo in a cupboard and gave it to the sobbing slave slut. The other man, whose ...ame she had forgotten, took her arm and led her out of the office, down a hallway and into a shower room. Once inside, he closed the door, locked it and put the key in his pocket.“Now, bitch, get moving. You are completely drenched in dried up sperm and smell like a horse.” He pointed to the showers. “You are much too dirty to fuck.” Desolated by. "I have to help, too. I just wanted to bring you your drink." Thank you." He leaned into her, lips touching hers. Both her arms grabbed Felek, who shot the hand holding his drink out as far away as possible as Ruta kissed him back. He closed his eyes, feeling her entire body pressed against his.Then she was gone. He opened his eyes, watching Ruta walk towards the fire. Her hips swayed beneath her blue dress. He took a deep breath, slowly releasing it.Who needed goddesses, when he had Ruta?Felek. Today's underwear is sexy and creative, but in those days you might as well have worn light sweatpants to bed.I had already tossed off the blanket so I could drain my brother without getting uncomfortable - drinking blood always made me feel very hot, alive, and turned on in several ways. I had always wondered why my cock would harden, because even though my brother was what you would call attractive, with his curly blonde hair and blue, 'bedroom' eyes and slender body, he was just too mean to. "That sounds good," she said. "Now scram, while I take a shower."I laughed and headed back to my room, shutting the interconnecting dooras I passed through.When I came out of the shower, I donned the fluffy white robe. Itreminded me of the films where people in posh hotels are always givenrobes like these and invariably tried to steal them.After a few minutes of looking, I found the draws containing underwear.There was a wide selection ranging from ultra feminine to very masculine.Whatever.