I was not one for dressing up. Left to my own devices, I would have turned up in a shirt for some band and pair of khakis. I looked at my paintings, f...ramed and properly lit on the wall. It was the first time in a long while that I actually felt like an artist. I was proud of the pieces I had on display.My friend, John, walked up and handed me a beer. "At least they have hooch." Well, there is that." I laughed."Dude, you think highly of your stuff, eh?" He motioned to the price tags on the. " Jackson said with contempt. "You ain't even a real man, cryin' like a little girl. I tell you what, bitch. You suck my dick like the girl I know you really are and maybe I'll see about letting her go." I was shocked at his suggestion. My God what kind of twisted bastard was he. Before I could say anything he had pulled out the most enormous cock I had ever seen. He pushed it toward my face. "Go on bitch I know this is what you really want. Suck it." I hesitated. I didn't want to do that, but. She felt a little confused and very guilty. Willow and Tara were her friends. Almost her s*sters, even. And yet here she was invading their privacy in the middle of their most intimate act. What if they saw her? What would they think? What if Buffy came home?All these thoughts raced through her head but she couldn't take her eyes off the two women before her. Willow was running her fingers through Tara's hair as she sucked on her neck. Dawn watched as Tara's hand slowly went from Willows. His enhanced senses allowed him to be much more accurate than the enemy. Victor made his way into the smoke-filled cabin. The woman was unconscious. Victor picked her up and helped the male out of his seat. They got to the truck and Arnold left rubber on the pavement in their hasty departure."Thank you." said the man in the back seat. Victor noticed that he was clutching a satchel of some kind, but what few thoughts he could pluck out of the emotional mess that was his mindstate at the moment.