Montana that still fit - was ruined. "Careful, Betsy, this cwitter has big teeth and he will bite," Micki said, as she brought the squirrel close ...for examination. Caesar, who up to this point had shown little interest in the proceedings, was trying to climb Micki's leg to get at her captive. "Your mother bites off their heads. Aren't you gonna?" For a moment Micki had considered doing just that. Biting off the head and crunching the skull, sucking the blood out of the stub of it's. Siobhan’s knees went and she collapsed under the tension of the ropes and the power of her orgasm. I turned of the vibrator and the room grew quiet save for her hot breath. I noticed a sheen of sweat all over her as she lay, spent, exhausted. I untied her ropes, then softly loosed the chords from her breasts. She unfolded herself form the chaise and stood. She was in front of me, her face flushed, her eyes rapid as she took me in. For a moment she just stood there, dazed. Then her voice was low. I nearly wet myself with fear as I anticipated the expected cry. It didn't come however, Trixie seemed more interested in getting herself comfortable in my arms. Gratefully I relaxed my grip on her and she burrowed under my anorak. I was more than content to let her bury her head in there. Anything was better than a crying whimpering giveaway.I lay back and relaxed as my daughter pawed at the cat-suite under the anorak. For several seconds I didn't realise what she was trying to do until she. __________________******************___________________ 'Brriiinnnng,' the alarm clock went off! I reached over to shut it off, gotup to sit on the edge of the bed and began to orient myself for a new day.I sat there for a few minutes in the dark. "Friday," I thought tomyself. "God, it feels so good ... this last day of the week." Then I thought of the little 'mind' game I would get to play with my alarmclock tomorrow morning ... Saturday! I never changed the setting on the alarmclock; rather I.