She had felt the intimate touch and knew this was no instance of unfettered imagination at work. For maybe twenty minutes the girl lay still, awai...ing further evidence of the phenomenon, but none was forthcoming. Disappointed, rather than concerned, her consciousness ebbed away finally. It was however with bemused interest that upon waking the next morning, she noticed the top two buttons of her pyjama top were now undone. Had she subconsciously done this herself mid-sleep or was there. " She gritted her teeth and said "Please master... Please make me feel good... I Beg you.." His smile couldn't ave been bigger. "Okay pet.." He stripped off the rest of his clothes. He then got back on the bed and proceeded to lick her cunt until she couldn't do anything but moan uncontrollably. She gripped the sheets harder with each moan her clit was pulsating with pleasure. The man then removed the straps on her legs allowing her to fully spread them as he climbed in between them and slowly. He dwarfed the lionesses, and walked toward the carcass with a proprietary air. "The lion's share" they call it. Well, he was here to take his.I had heard lions growl before -- captive lions, circus lions, zoo lions that had all the survival needs driven out of them by endless days of pre-slaughtered slabs of horse flesh. And I had heard the lionesses growl just after the kill. But when this fellow spoke, the world listened. He looked at the breakfast his mates had prepared for him, ignoring. ”“On our side? You fucking liar! It’s our street. Your kind don’t belong on it and they all know it.” She studied my face. Hers became tighter. “You came here to gloat. AD-fucking-MIT IT!” she demanded.I stuttered and shook my head but the others were beginning to echo her assertions and moving closer. What did they want with me? Would they summons their boyfriends to beat me up? Hell, those cheerleaders could beat me up. “I’m sick of this shit,” she proclaimed. “You fuckers did.