"You want to be a girl?" asked Jen, a cruel smile crossing her face as she let the hand fall back to her side. Nat had never seen the other woman like...this before. She could be a bitch at times, that much she expected. This level of cruelty, of joy in someone else's pain, though, was something new. Unexpected as the look on Nat's face when Jen had barged in. Unexpected as..."Jesus. What's she doing?"Jen had a pair of scissors. Her other hand, groping for the kitchen table, held a large pile of. " I could feel her grip lesson and she looked pleased.At that point, she smiled and removed her right hand from my throat and then hauled back and slapped me across the face. I was surprised but I didn't try to move away. She still had a tight fist full of my hair and she shook my head, pulling my hair, and then slapped me hard again.I felt my face burning and feeling a little numb at the same time but I just accepted it and waited to see what she would do next.I was surprised when she released. I told her you hadn't. She's so little, it would be like fucking a 12-year-old!" Elvira said."OK, but wait ten minutes. I may be all out of cum for her," I admitted."She sounds like she has fallen in love with you, be careful. I'm jealous already." Don't be, I need some food. Dracula needs sustenance," I think I said too loud again, but this time there was context. People chuckled and a few of the women openly bared their necks for me. Who would think that Dracula could get more pussy than the. One would think that when that happens, there is also a country that has lost every battle while still winning the war, but that isn’t actually the case. When a losing army pulls out, the victors may celebrate the moment, but the real work has only begun. One has to rebuild what had been destroyed, and there is always destruction.In the modern context of war, winning and losing is a rather uncertain concept. Has the mission been accomplished? It’s hard to say, because the mission wasn’t ever.
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