She smiled as her voice was ignored. Lithelittle bodies squirmed about on the sheets, voices cried out only matchedby the sounds of squelching liquids... Lubricant slicked cocks buried intowell-worn and even better trained asses or plugged plump, pursed lips.Judging by the look of them, there were about ten and all of them had to bearound Allison's age. Each one looked as feminine as could be with theircreamy soft skin and fair features. It was obvious to Cassandra that theyhad been up to it. She couldn’t help but notice the complexity of his black eyes, as if they themselves told a great story. “Who are you,” Megan wondered out loud. She didn’t fully comprehend the situation, as there was no panic of an intruder in her lavished residence. “Let me introduce myself. I have had many names over the countless centuries, but I am most commonly known as Dracula. The original vampire, sire to all other of my kin.” “What do you want with me,” Megan asked in absolute wonder, still unafraid.. I continued scratching her, but spread my area of coverage a bit more, occasionally scratching up her side and lower down her body. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy the feeling and raised up her leg to slide it up my legs. That sent chills of joy up my spine.With her leg raised up closer to my arms, I decided to see how she'd respond to extending my scratches. My right arm was wrapped around her, scratching where it could and I took my left arm and scratched down her side, extending over her hip. I knew your weakness.Most men could never imagine the little Jew being your true love. As you know I'm not most men. Please forgive me for treating him badly and by doing so treating you badly. He's a man, a real man. Maybe more than me. Maybe a lot more than me. I conform to my position. I like it, but I understand its cruelty and believe it or not I get bothered from time to time.What am I saying? You know. You know my weakness. You are my weakness. I may have cried before, invisibly when my.