As a teenage girl you learn the fact of life quickly, as you are now a breed-able ticking bomb, but strangely enough, you learn from other species, no... because they teach you in school, no you learn from men, such as the old farmer of my riding school, when I was f******n, he made his girls watch their horses sired by the stallion, and marveled as we nubile nymphs stared at the bigger than life penis, the continuous prodding before the penetration, each of us girls willing it to find the right. At the other end of the table set into the wall, was a small aquarium, home to an assortment of rare and highly expensive tropical fish. The men were seated in two red leather chesterfield armchairs. Richard grimaced inwardly at the artful falseness of it all. This was an office designed to look like the seat of power, a power that Sir Nigel Winthrop was born to, but did not in Richard’s opinion carry off, not quite. Richard took another sip of his drink before speaking in his rich, deep. Cassie and I got changed into our costumes before heading to Greg's. I wore an all-black suit with furry gloves and a full-face covering werewolf mask. Cassie dressed as a "slutty genie": she had glitter on her face and carried a lamp and wore a bright pink sports bra, a neon green mini skirt, fishnet stockings that went up to mid-thigh, and also a neon green g-string thong. It was so fucking hot and I knew she would be stared at all night. She wouldn't shut up about how much the werewolf. I'm fairly familiar with snakes and I've seen more than a few. The bite isn't hurting, though, just my other ankle that's badly twisted, which is really throbbing" she replied, adding "you can see some bruising and a little bit of bleeding where the snake bit me, but there's only some local swelling." Well that's pretty consistent with what I know of brown snake bites and we've got plenty of time to get you to a hospital" he tried to reassure her, but realising that time was critical if the.