He used a small set of grasping claws to fish the pearl from the potion and place it on a patch of cloth to dry. He looked down at the potion he had c...reated and paused.This was the first time in his mission that he actually hesitated to carry out his master's will. He knew that everything he was told to do was for the greater purpose, but he found this to be reprehensible nonetheless. Yet, was it any better than the plans that were in store for others that were closer to him? At least the. "Stop that... he-he-he" She giggled so cutely pulling her head down into her shoulders.Then her breasts got even more sniffing with little hesitations as if I was on the trail of something yummy. Next I went around and around them acting like a vacuum cleaner, sucking just above the surface. She whined something about it being too cold, *and*, of *course*, I should stop immediately. I ignored the whole thing and continued to tantalize her nipples with little promises of attention, before. I looked closely at the photo. It was an enlargement copy of a faded picture. It was definitely Carol in the picture. Her adoptive parents were smiling, but she was not. She looked like the very unhappy little girl that I knew she was. This was three years after her adoptive father had started to abuse her. I returned to the photos and narrative.Ren5 - Photo of Michael, Barbara, and Samantha Renwick. Samantha adopted October 1, 1986. Samantha Renwick declared runaway by police on June 26,. I opened my mouth to speak when she cut me short and apologized for her behavior. “Why the Hell are you apologizing? That was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen in my entire life…You were amazing!” I couldn't help it…it had to be said. “No…I’m sorry I forgot the camera,” she replied jokingly. We both laughed until we couldn't breathe, and then she kissed me passionately and said with all seriousness, “You know that girl meant nothing to me, I love you James.” I guess she really just doesn't.