...teehee."Perverted and twisted as McPeevie was...like any man....he loved praise. To be told how wonderful he was made him puff his chest out and be...m with pride. Mary was the only woman who loves his style, but that was only became she was as much a lowlife as he was. These words were alien to McPeevie and he didn't really know how to respond. His life had been about domination and cruelty....not love and tenderness. All his conquests hated him....No problem...that's what he wanted. This. The Minotaur approached her slowly, putting each hoof on the floor solidly before moving the next. It wasn't that he had trouble walking, but he had done this approach so many times before.Sometimes the girl would bolt and try to make a run to get away - a fruitless endeavor every time because once she got into the darkness of the halls she couldn't move fast. And he knew every inch and every turn.Sometimes the girl would try to fight - another useless tactic. The Minotaur was many times. Skinny and curvy dreadful. Fat with or without curves attractive again. Does anyone want to speculate as to why that might be the case?”A few hands went up in the air. Prof. Baker didn’t call on anyone. “Those of you raising your hands are thinking about the wrong question. Does a peacock care why his tail is so beautiful? No, that question is one for scientists,” she hissed the word, “to ponder in their ivory towers. I’m sure they’ll come up with some evolutionary explanation to try and. When she bent over to do something in the sink, I'd slip into her pussy, and gently fuck her. The bathroom was small, so I had to be gentle, otherwise I'd put a hole in the wall behind me, and drive her face through the mirror. All this little game did was get us ready for when she got home. Unfortunately there was no game that evening; she was fully dressed, made up, and working on her hair. I had to settle for a kiss, fondle her through her clothing, then hear about the destruction of her.