She heard a mumbled "Good night" just before he closed the door.Page woke to someone pressing a finger to her shoulder. It was not painful but very in...istent. Her eyes flew open and saw her master looking down at her. She always woke at least an hour before he did to work out and complete her hygiene routine. She always greeted him ready for the day and whatever task she was given. That was the way she had been trained. She began to panic at her complete loss of protocol.But Lord Blackmon did. . . .Faycats are perhapsunique in hunting without either instinct or parental training to guidethem. They have to teach themselves how to hunt. Not only must they acquireall hunting techniques on their own, but they also must learn by themselvesthe magic that enables them to hunt at all . . . . From: MythicanPredators, pp. 35, 36. Part I It was mid-morning when Mama announced that her milk had given out. Arguswas thinking to himself how nice his next drag on one of her dugs would be—justa. He must of done the t-shirt jack off thing 8 or nine times. By this time I have been reduced to cum receptacle I have lost my free will I am this complete strangers suck slave and he could have fucked my throat for as long as he wanted 2 hours 3 hours it didn't matter I wasn't going anywhere until I had swallowed every drop of his man juice. Suddenly I noticed something had changed in his face pounding routine and before I could do anything about it he shoved his entire length completely down. Steph and I met at our local college in St. Louis. We started dating and got engaged in the middle of our sophomore year. Then she got a scholarship to some big time school in New York City. Neither of us really wanted her to go, at least I didn't want her to. But it was too great an opportunity to pass up so she left. Promises were made that we would talk two or three times a week and visit each other as much as possible.Not that visits would be very often, mostly holidays, spring break, and.