She also showed great promise as an aspiring writer and reporter. Angelina had happily watched and hopefully assisted her growth over the last three y...ars. Rory was the kind of student who made her glad she had gone into teaching.Now Paris Gellar was completely different but in some ways the same. She was prickly and sometimes haughty; occasionally a self-centered "Queen Bee" type. But she was smart and sharp and quick-witted. More than that, Angelina had seen the loneliness that was deep. That seemed tostart a trend because more and more of the people at the partyrelieved themselves aiming their streams at us.Masters, slaves and others not into costume pissed on us.The hose the Host used to wash us off, sprayed us with very very coldwater."I sat on the ground next to my owner. "He would tell me to tilt myhead back and pour beer down my throat..and even gave me bits of foodto eat."Show time" he said and I was led between two trees where I was tiedspread eagle standing."Keep your. She could feelthe shift take place in her head as concepts and years of schoolingdissolved into nothing."Hey, are you okay, Ashley? Darling?" Faux concern dripped from thewitch's lips.The girl shook her head. "Yuppers, I'm totes fine! Just a tiny littleheadache," Ashley declared with a vapid smile."Now, honey, can you tell me a little about yourself? Your name?Education? Occupation?" Okay? Umm, like, I'm Ashley, and I, umm, almost finished college." Thegirl gradually began to perk up. "But. Then she raised that hand to her face, sliding her drenched fingers inside of her mouth. She sucked deeply, taking extreme pleasure in her own taste, as she continued to stroke and massage her clit. Her hips suddenly lifted from the mattress as her fingers slipped between her lips, forcing them as deeply as she could go. Her hips lowered slightly as she withdrew, they rose again as she forced her digits back inside. Her head lulled from side to side, her fingers still inside her mouth as she.