"Could you be a Darling and bring my wine over here?" she asked, sneaking her arm out from the covers and extending it toward him, batting her big, bl...e eyes at him. "Uh, sure," he said, wondering if the something between them had simply been a figment of his fevered teenage mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to have disappeared, he sadly thought.Stepping over to her bed, he handed her the glass of wine, trying to catch a peek of her big breasts in the process. But any opportunity for such an. The creature roars in pain as it attempts to reach back with both hands, snapping at Mason who has managed to dig his knife deep into the neck of Kazubeil. Blood starts to seep out from the wound and down its back. ‘Gotcha now, mother fucker!’ Mason yells over the high pitched roar. The creature shakes as it struggles, snapping its clawed hands. The movement proves too much for Mason and finally he is shook free. Prepared for such an event, Mason tucks and rolls, landing reasonably well a few. They reached a door through which he could hear the faint taunts of expectancy of female voices. He was made to kneel and both warders lost their smiles, adopting sneering expressions. They took turns to slap his face five or six times each; their nipples poking proudly in the black silk of their tops as their breasts wobbled with the motion. The one with jet black hair looked down at his tearful face as she finished slapping it.'You are ours now. You will be caned to confession, bound and. “You’re always welcome, Stud!” she told me with a tone of exasperation. “You know that.“I try not to be a pushy guest,” I reminded her playfully. “Last time I was there, I brought dinner and had a meltdown in your kitchen.”She chuckled at that. “Last time you were here, I gave you terrible news and helped put you back together.”“Does that mean it’s your turn to provide dinner and a meltdown and I’m tagged for bad news and cleanup?” I asked her.“No!” she said quickly. “I shudder to think what.