He pulled an oat bar from his pocket and bit into it as he watched Kaz drink. She consumed almost as much water as food, her requirements rising expon...ntially with her exaggerated size. One of her round ears flicked suddenly, and she dropped her canteen, the bottle hanging from her belt and spilling its contents as her hands shot to her rifle. Walker wasn’t far behind, shouldering his XMR, looking to Kaz as she scanned the canopy with her yellow eyes.“What is it, Kaz?”“Quiet ... something...”He. She got tiered n told will take rest n she was sweating a lot,she sat for some time n she played song bit slow romantic music,she is very much tiered n was sitting..i took her hand in my hands n took her to dance ,she replied she is very much tiered please wait I cant dance n told me “See I m sweating a lot” This is coomon while dancing n told let me whipe ur sweat by staring at her eyes,v stared n each other for few seconds n I slowly went towards her neck n started to lick her sweat,she kept. I was an only child and I had a strong overbearing and ratherdisciplinarian father who I lived in fear of for much of my childhood. Healways used to to tell me what to do and how to behave and it was notalways obvious to me which meant I often felt a sense of paralysis, of notknowing what was expected of me or what I should say or do.I don't know quite when or how it happened now but I got to a stage in mylife when, after I had grown up and left home, I was going to go to a pubin the town. Mia replied quickly, eagre for more. “Yes Ma’am.” As soon as she had spoken Lucy’s hand lifted away and a moment later the blow rang against her flesh. She cried out at the sharp pain, far more intense without the protection of the thin cotton. The next blow brought the sting of tears to her eyes even as she yelped with pleasure. The rhythm of the blows was slow, but the sting of their force and the heat they left was luxuriously intense. Mia cried out with each one, the cries fading into.