When we got to the cabin in early afternoon on a Thursday, Tom had already been there a few days, and Samantha had arrived earlier on the same day as ...e did. The cabin was even nicer than it looked in the literature, and Tom was surprisingly upbeat. I thought "I guess winning $8 million can improve your outlook on life," but my sisters found it weird even considering his windfall. Rather than spend our energy analyzing the situation, however, we decided, hell, just enjoy ourselves.Tom had some. The best times were when I was pregnant, no precautions were needed. There was something rather pleasing about the feeling of his warm milky spunk being spurted deeply into my most willing slit.When I got home I slipped off my wet clothes and gave myself a pleasing rub down with a soft pink towel. I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror, and I must admit that I rather liked what I saw. Three days later I received a badly typed letter from Peter, I had got the job, and he wanted me to. Without a word, he took a dagger from his belt, offering it. Adanya took the hilt, examining the weapon. Nodding to him, she slipped it into the rope netting which made up her skirt, the blade slipping between and around the ropes. The point, Shanna was glad to see, ended up on the outside.The cellar door opened, faint light spilling out around a second Elf. He, too, wore armor, of similar design. He was also just as ugly. Shanna would have picked "goblin", perhaps, to name the race. Elves of. Once or twice I even took a dump, the first time using leaves to wipe my asshole and then bringing along tissues, just in case. I got a thrill from pissing and shitting in the lot out in the open all by myself.But one day I was just finished peeing when I heard a noise behind me. I looked over my shoulder thinking it was a cat or a squirrel, but no such luck, it was Pete, the older boy from my block standing behind me with his arms folded and a smirk on his faceYou're not supposed to do that.