Francine craved being blooded. She’d returned to the lady who originally had cut her breasts and thighs several times since. The sight of her body�...�s precious life fluid slowly oozing out of the wounds the scalpel made gave her, simultaneously, a rush of excitement and a sense of peace; that all was right in the universe.Several people had told her that such play was inherently wrong; that it was too dangerous (especially on the thighs, close to the vital femoral artery). They didn’t understand.. “Can I clear your plate Mrs. Frasier?” The question came suddenly from behind her and in a graveled older man’s voice that belonged to the chef. “I hope you found everything to your satisfaction. It was a pleasure cooking in your kitchen Mrs. Frasier.” The widebodied chef took full advantage of his aerial view of Katie’s massive cleavage and he could feel the blood surging to his cock that was still wet with Buffy Frasier’s spit. The voice startled Katie, who was focused on the young man. After taking a moment to wipe the blood and entrails off of his weapons he sheathed them and inspected the huddled shapes.They were elves and they were half-starved, and worse, half-dead from their ordeal. Leaving the tending to his mates he inspected the caged wagon. Hanging from shackles in tatters that were once clothes was an elven female and she looked to be in bad shape. From what Aaron could see, she was unconscious and barely breathing. Furthermore, her face was sunken in and her wrists. " I think we could have paced ourselves a little better, and finished higher," Josh said. "But, our first year out, we didn't really know what to expect." Are we going to be seeing you next year?" Swenson asked."I don't know," Josh said. "As far as I'm concerned, I did what I set out to do, which was to finish in the top half. It's so damn expensive..." I don't know yet, either," Tiffany said. "I worked toward this for years, and now that it's over, I need to collect my thoughts. Maybe by next.
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