“What does your collar say girl?” The slaves deep blue eyes were wide. She was nervous and aroused. “Fuck me.” Miss Kitty smiled and slapped...the girl hard across her upturned buttocks making the girl wince and totter forwards. “Say it again.” The slave bit her lower lip, a gleam of defiance dancing in her eyes. “FUCK me!” she said, slowly and firmly. Miss Kitty grasped the girl by her shining blonde hair and kissed her roughly, pushing her tongue deep into the heat and wetness of the. I continued, “Anyways, he showed up at the party, eyes dead and face devoid of any emotion. It was clear to me early on that he was resurrected, or rather, reanimated.”He quickly asked, “Sol Syntrivon?”I nodded, “Sol Syntrivon.”Samuel’s visage turned into a grim one as he asked, “What happened?”I proceeded to relay the events of my fight with Tom. Just like me, he was concerned about the self-healing powers of the reanimated corpse. The rumour was that the necromancer had a massive army mainly. "Hello, I'm pleased to meet you, sir," the eighteen year old blonde said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too, bright one!" the coach said, smiling spread. "I've just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college!" "Are you serious?" Sveta couldn't believe her luck. "Yes, I'm absolutely quite serious," he said with a stern expression on his weathered face. "You mean you think that I'm good enough to cheer at a university?" the girl hardly could hide her. She had no idea if she was making a mistake, she was simply driven by the spreading warmth that throbbed in her lower body and the yearnings of her heart, which cried out to him. Rubbing her cheek against his neck, she sought refuge in the joy that moved through her each time she touched him. Sighing, she closed her eyes and continued to trace the rest of his arm. There was so much dark hair covering his forearm that she smiled a little to herself. Her hand unbuttoned his shirt and went inside..