And I live forever. I cannot read minds, although I can be very, very persuasive. I drink blood, yes. The experience is akin to cumming all at once a...l over, a sustained explosion surging through ones whole being, to be frank. And my endurance and strength is definitely not human. To be honest, most of my body isn’t really human anymore. I would explain now, but I’ll just get to that in my story. You’ll see. Other than all that, I am still a normal person. Oh, others of my kind, along with. “You not gonna greet your school chums, then!” Steph looked up, perhaps because she was so rarely addressed by her full unabbreviated name, took in the faces of the girls, and then lowered her face and quickened her stride. “You’re a fucking cunt, ain’t you!” swore Snoot. “No fucking manners!” She jumped up and ran over to Steph as she strode away, and then let loose a stream of piss which stained Steph’s polished black shoes, dampened her white cotton socks and splattered on her slim long. She stood transfixed for a moment then silently closed the front door and crept to the drawing room door. They were both gazing into each other's eyes and never noticed her. Victoria had a lovely voice, quite powerful too. She was a contralto and strained a little for the top G but Elspeth was mesmerised by the beauty of the duet and by the way they were both so attuned to each other.As the last note of the piano died away Mark, his eyes brimming with tears whispered one word, "Again."Victoria. Without warning he stuck a butt plug up her ass. Several strapsradiated out from it. He turned her around and belted one set aroundher waist, and brought the other set up over her cunt so that it wasinaccessible, and buckled that set to the belt. Then he locked thebuckles with a little key on his key chain.Get your clothes back on.She did and looked at him questioningly but afraid to speak.Just to help you remember how things are around here. Think of it thisway: you're a bitch whose cunt is.