‘Now that you have had a little taste, you’ll want more. We’ll make sure we feed that addiction, my slave,’ she softly said. ‘I prefer you v...ry dependent and very addicted truth be told. But now, I’m going to give you a taste of something else. Something that feeds that other addiction that has grown in you over these last few months. Mistress D. reached behind my head, slowly unbuckling the strap that was holding the penis shaped gag tightly and deeply into my mouth. I gasped slightly as she. Besides the satisfaction that came from ordinary intercourse, Jenbecame particularly addicted to the human bull's semen. Jencouldn't get enough of the white stuff. In her previous life,before the farm, Jen had performed oral sex on her boyfriends. She had never enjoyed swallowing the after effects. The bull'ssemen was different. Jen couldn't quite make what it was thatmade the human bull semen so special, but whatever it was Jen nowlikened the human bull's semen to the sweetest. He had been hoping she'd just pretend it hadn't happened. He tried to think of some excuse or explanation but what explanation could there be but the real one? SHIT! He figured he better go down and just get it over with. He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island counter, her right elbow on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad thick. For a ghost town, it seemed beautiful. Driving through it was like taking a ride back in time, since the town hadn't changed much since the 19th century."Wow this town has a forest inside it. I take it that the werewolves would come out here at night, then attack the residents while they sleep," commented Jose."The town was fortified to keep the werewolves out, you idiot. They were not inside here. Ever watched a classical werewolf film called Ginger Snaps?" taunted Ryan.Ryan was clearly losing.