The doll looks like it has been hand stitched with long black hair and blue buttons for eyes which make it weirdly resemble myself but that isn’t wh...t draws me to the doll what does draw me to it is the weird and unrecognisable energy coming off of it. I end up buying the doll and taking it home with me but for the whole journey home I feel that same strange energy coming off of the doll and I still can’t figure out who is attached to the doll or why they haven’t shown themselves to me. The. " He once again screamed "WHO AM I ?"as the paddles came crashing down again. I again screamed in pain and Iagain dutifully screamed "YOU'RE MY MASTER MALCOLM." I was balling andin terrible pain.He then screamed "AND YOU'RE MY SUBMISSIVE COCKSUCKING FUCK SLUT CUMDUMP. WHAT ARE YOU ?" and the paddles came down on me again. I againscreamed in pain and then screamed "I'M YOUR SUBMISSIVE COCKSUCKING FUCKSLUT CUM DUMP." And he screamed again "WHAT ARE YOU ?" as the paddlescame crashing down on my. Her back was pressed against my chest, the hair on the top of her head tickling my chin.Elsa was pressed up against my back, her soft breasts pushing into me. My stomach rumbled, and I realised how hungry I was. I had eaten a late breakfast then fucked the whole day and night away. I dread to think how many calories I burnt last night. Combined with the extra protein my rapidly growing body needed, I was famished. Starved even.Trying not to wake the three naked girls in my bed, I rose as. Her father was a very successful businessman and even after giving her mother half of everything he still lived a very nice life. She loved the view from his balcony. Surfers were out catching the best of high tide while the sun made its slow descent into the ocean behind them, turning the sky into a searing vision of pinks and oranges. The breeze was warm and she slipped off the back so she could feel it on her arms. Her dad came up behind her and pressed a glass into her hand."I ordered.