His words fell into a dull background buzz as I tried to react properly, answer unheard questions and nodding appropriately. Vaguely i remember slumpi...g against him as he spoke, causing him to chuckle. Then I had the weirdest dream. I remember it so clearly, i almost swear it was real. I had moved off of the bench, ******** was still talking but watching me intently as well. I unzipped his coveralls and found his long hard thick cock, using only my mouth to do both, and began to suck on it. I. My wife, Michelle, and I talked with Albert and Anita about taking trips to the major cities in our area since we always have fun when we're together.They asked us if we would like to join them on this trip, explaining that it was unplanned, and they couldn't afford to do more than get there and head home. We had no actual plans for the weekend, so we agreed to go.Anita warned us that she couldn't guarantee we'd have a bed at the motel where she had made reservations. We told her that we would. "A good friend of mine. He's throwing a party. And you will be on your best behavior, my little slut." Of course, Sire," purred Abigail. She was under his domination. He had turned her, and until he died or released her, she was bound to him.A small part of her resisted. That part screamed inside Abigail.Colored lights painted rainbows across the white side of the mansion. The various bushes dotting the dark ground were lit up by carefully placed floodlights to show off the manicured grounds. Keeping an ever watchful eye on the land below for movement that could mean food for its family, the huge eagle turned south and followed the stream that had served up many meals in the past.Movement below caught her eye, and she watched as a young Sioux Indian girl placed a bundle of fur in a willow bark basket at the stream’s edge. The Indian girl knelt in the icy cold, shallow water and wailed out to the heavens.She cried with a sorrowful sound that carried to the giant eagle above, as the.