She whimpered as his tongue did things to her unused sex that the girl had never felt before. It was fun showing little girls things they had never ex...erienced before. The van bumped along roughly on the dirt path leading to their remote cabin.The men carried their newly captured little Klan girls inside. They untied the older girls, so that they were free to greet the new girls. The men removed the girls' panty gags and freed the little girls from their ropes. The older girls were wearing only. The woman smirked down at the girl for a moment, a devilish gleam in her eye before her face vanished behind her butt suddenly filling the cat's vision. Instinctively Cylvan lashed out with her tongue when the familiar scent of her beloved Mistress entered her nose and the flavour of the wolf's arousal filled her mouth. This was always one of her favourite things to do with Rosalyn, simply and directly giving her her mistress pleasure as best she could, and she had gotten very good at it. "She came over to me. She bent down. I became very aware of her breasts--not her pert teengirl titties, but her adult female breasts under the white blouse and inside the white bra. She hugged me from one side and her voice softened. She said earnestly, "You need your own room, hon. You need your... own... room." She emphasized the last three words. She pulled back and looked at me. "My lord! How old are you now, about forty-five?" Umpteen," I answered blandly.She laughed. "Does it really feel. Greg had known going in that he would be a target, even though the end took him unawares. Annette ... Annette had sacrificed herself with her eyes wide open, begging me to let Cindi live on in her place.It was hard for both of us. But over the weeks and months that followed, we began to turn our eyes to the future. As is often the case with us human animals, we overcame the grief of death and sad memories with the help of new life and joyous hopes.Cindi was carrying my son, genetically Greg and.