"Not yet you're not!" he barked, reaching back and grabbing her arm. Cherry squealed as she rolled over the couch, the top of her body upside-down bet...een his legs as her ass was perched on his thigh. "You worthless little whore!" He snapped his palm down on one cheek, then another. "You selfish, tawdry, tardy little TART!" He used his free hand to jerk up her panties, wedging them up and exposing her flesh as he continued swatting. Cherry grabbed his ankles, wincing with each smack. He was. I traced her breast and my mouth found its way back to her nipple. I started sucking vigorously and slowly moved my hand to her other breast. I touched her breast and I could feel her squirm and shake. She stopped me by holding my hand, and I didn’t move. Then she moved my hand up to her free breast and kept it over the nipple and squeezed it lightly. I kept sucking harder and drinking her milk. I pressed her nipple on the upper wall of my mouth with my tongue, Held her areola between my teeth. ”She raised a brow at him, and shook her head. “You do not understand. Hundreds of years ago, superstition ran wild. Humans, usually women, were frequently burned alive for suspicion of witchcraft. In an age where intelligence was either sought after, or actively destroyed, any vampire had to be wary of keeping records.”That made sense. In the modern age, or hell, any time in the past two hundred years, record keeping was just a normal part of life. Before that, not so much. The further back. Ever. Not even if it was a matter of life or death. I just needed the reassurance, seeing as I was the one taking all the risks. I should mention, by the way, that the junior and senior girls often made a game out of how high of a hem they could get away with on their skirts. Stacy was no exception to this rule. I, however, kept my skirt length modest. I had something to hide, after all! Rule number three was an obvious one. Once a month, when I had my period, we’d cancel panty day. Honestly,.