Let me see that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me."He wanted her to act like a whore, slowly stripping for him, degrading herself. S...e felt her jeans sliding down her legs, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her body still on fire. She stopped at her knees, more embarrassed to be partly dressed, her jeans trapping her legs like a rope would do. She looked up at him, his eyes staring between her legs, her panties already wet, humiliated at being treated like this, ashamed. He got up carefully as not to wake his princess who was still sound asleep. He showered quick, got dressed and wrote her a note as to what was up. Then he was gone. She awoke a few hours later, and after reliving herself, went in search of Chris. Finding his note, she made coffee and filled the tub for a well deserved soak. She was sore and the hot water felt amazing on her pussy. Her asshole was a little raw as well from his fingers.But she did like it and wanted to try to take his cock up her. ” We both laughed, and all the tension went. I hugged him, then dragged him into the kitchen. An hour and a half later, having downed big plates of pasta and a bottle of wine, I got a fire going and threw some blankets on the floor. We undressed slowly, each watching the other intently, and lay down side by side. The next 10 minutes were spent in oral exploration -- kissing, licking, sucking. When we were both pretty steamed up, Steve reached for the supplies. “Shall we?” he asked. . . dead, huh? And you’re in charge now? And you’re ... a vampire, Charles? Did you kill Dad?” Chelsea asked me directly.“Yes, twice, in fact. First by draining him after one fight ... and then by staking him after he arose as one of my kind. Once drained and killed, a mortal becomes one of us, though he or she doesn’t emerge until after dusk. I don’t know the rules about underage mortals, though. I didn’t turn vampire until yesterday, so I’m not taking any chances. I will not attempt to turn.