"I suck at basketball," said Jim. "That's why I like playing withgirls. I like a girl who is good at and enjoys girl sports like tennisand swimming, b...t she shouldn't better than me at basketball orfootball."I missed my next 10 shots."You're okay, Sam, but you shoot like a girl," said Jim after he won."I don't know what happened. I normally have a pretty steady shot." You keep shooting with those limp wrists, you'll never make a shot.Let me show you." He walked up behind me. I felt very. Getting lost in the moment, I sat down on the toilet and began sniffing and tasting her wet panties as I rubbed my now-aching erection through my jeans. I got up and peeked, noticing that she was hard at work int he kitchen, all the way across the house (and making lots of noise with pots & pans). I slipped back to the bathroom, unzipped by jeans, pulled them down around my ankles, and began stroking furiously as I tasted her soiled panties.As I rapidly approached my orgasm, I wrapped her. Ella I wiped the steam off the mirror, and looked at my reflection. My dark black hair had already begun to go into its natural set of curls. My eyes flashed red as the hunger began to seep in. I wanted to feed. I needed to feed, but the person in the mirror looked complacent with deep green eyes, pale skin, and red lips. Behind the facade, the real inner demon was howling. When was the last time I fed? I reprimanded myself. I could already hear the voice from my mother. “Don’t get too hungry.. I emerged from the shower, Jaq had already gone downstairs. Left on the bed was a maids outfit, my cock cage, suspender tights and handcuffs. I read the note, put the cage on and get dressed then bring me the key. I did as requested, put the cage on along with the maid's outfit.I went downstairs to find Jaq sitting on the sofa. I handed her the key and did a twirl as she asked, she seemed pleased and requested I make the breakfast. I went into the kitchen, prepared Jaqs favourite. Poached eggs.