He moaned softly and pulled out. I felt him leave and I laid there my mind was racing a mile a minute, on top of everything that was happening I reali...ed I was horny, I was hot, and I wanted so much for some other man to walk into my room to fuck me, any man. No one came I turned on my side and cried myself back to sleep. I don't really know why it was I cried, was it because no one did come in after him, or because I was trapped here and anyone could come in my room and rape me anytime they. "Hey, I love your horns. It swirls around above your ears like a pair of ram's horns. Makes you look cute as hell". He proceeded to test if those were real as well.She slapped his hand away as his other hand rubbed the base of her wings, "Were you even listening to me? Just who are you? And stop playing with my ... ooh ... don't touch that!"He squeezed her buttocks at that point, as if making a statement. "Why, you've known me your entire life, Pat."And in that particular moment, I became her. She slowed. Obediently. He liked that in a whore. He leaned forward, rewarding her with soft slaps to her little tits. Her throat vibrated around his cock as she moaned, and tightened as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He slammed his cock harder down her throat as he stood up. He took her by the hair, and guided her head. He wanted it faster now. He looped her hair around his fist, pulling her hard, yanking her head back and forth as he set the pace. He could see the saliva, wet. "Then Jack asked a series of questions, which of course, Peter could answer easily. As a clincher, Peter said in Lucy's charming voice, "Peter has only one testicle!" Peter grinned with impish charm. That rocked them all.Dreary day after dreary day went by. They only real enjoyment Peter got as Lucy was visiting with his family! And to think she had been dreading spending time with them over the holidays before the incident.Peter used Lucy's credit card on a bit of a clothes buying spending.