While Ryan pondered these thoughts, he found himself looking down at her still heaving big tits and thought it'd be nice to tit fuck her. They were c...rtainly big enough and he could give her a "pearl necklace" for her efforts. "Shit she was fine." he thought. "Might try that and some other things too." Ah, but the night was young.Their third lovemaking session and some drinking went deep into the night and very early into next morning. Both exhausted, they feel asleep at 2:45am and slept. Once I was back in Bangalore I opened my mail and saw a lot of useless mail and was deleting them one by one when I saw a reader by the name Rupa (name changed) had written a mail to me appreciating my story, I replied with simple thanks. I did not expect back a reply from her as the mail was like 5 – 6 days old. Next day evening once I came back from office I saw another mail from her, which was just a general e-mail asking about the delay in replying, what I do etc. etc.I was careful in. We were not shot at as we approached, so we did not know what to expect when we went inside the warehouse. We checked and found that this door was locked. Gail unlocked it for us, but we did not enter until she and Carol went around to guard against escapes by way of the front of the building. They were going to wait outside until they heard shooting, then they would storm their side of the building and enter. This was a precaution to try to make sure that we did not shoot at each other by. "We have the supplies. We're heading back to the loft." Speed," growled Damien. He hung up. His heart raced. The urge to rush out and kill burned inside of him. But he needed to prepare. To be methodical. He was a Hunter still. Nothing would change that.Aurora was right. He would still hunt the predator and protect the flock. Like the shepherd. And like the shepherd, he would cull the herd from time to time, plucking the ripest sheep to feed, enjoy, and even turn.It was a small price for.