I couldn't hurt them unless they were evil. And they weren't evil, just hot, pregnant sluts. But grabbing Lizzy by the hair and dragging her about wou...dn't hurt her. Just like spanking her fine ass would only excite her. Every slut loved to be spanked no matter how much they cried."Stop sucking, slut," I growled. "I'm ready to fuck."Heather lifted her mouth off. "Who?"I stood up and grabbed Lizzy's black hair, yanking her mouth from Heather's asshole. She yelped in pain; my cock throbbed. She wasn't even particularly concerned about the styleof lingerie she wore, just so long as it made her feeland leggy and lovely and unforgivably naughty.In short, wearing lingerie made her feel like a girl.2She'd been amazingly lucky.Few would have described it as luck, but it had beenluck nonetheless, luck of a type relevant only toCharise herself, fortune of a magnitude that only shecould truly appreciate. How many of her kind wereborn with a face which spanned the gulf between themale and. I could definitely hear voicesnow and they became less muffled. I heard someone say something thatsounded urgent in a language that sounded familiar but which I couldn'tplace. I concentrated hard again and I felt my eyelids flicker and then Ithought if I push really hard I might be able to open my eyes. I strainedto force open my eyelids and with a rush my eyes were open but I had toclose them quickly as light flooded in.I felt my hand being lifted up and someone was holding my wrist. Imanaged. "Dear Sis, I hate my life, Ronald is such a bad lover, I dream of fucking John. God I'm horny. I can't wait to leave him and take all his money. At least I have my lovers on the side to keep me happy. God I hope Ronald dies so I can have it all. Hmmm maybe I should help him a little... ha, ha, just kidding. I'll earn my money the old fashioned way, I'll fuck the fat bastard for it. Love, Susan."I created and printed several e-mails just like that. Then I transferred, $8,000 a few CDs and some.