Since we fed on them, it wouldn't be illogical to regard them as cattle. The more I thought about it, though, the more I came to understand that that ...would have been a dangerous miscalculation. Intelligent beings aren't cattle and given the right circumstances they can be as dangerous as any vampire.I reminded myself that much of my success where feeding was concerned depended on stealth and subterfuge. I also concluded that because my survival depended on the taking of blood, this very act was. As a self-proclaimed heterosexual woman, I had only ever had thoughts of lust for another woman once before in an alcohol filled night of partying and raving. The lower left side of my lip was almost numb from me biting on it, my thighs were rubbing together in my levy jeans at the building up of warmth in my crotch. My sweaty palms ran through and tousled my jet-black hair as I looked down at my French pedicured toes in my strappy sandals; I tried to distract myself. It was at this moment. Courtney had obviously had a good time too and winked at me. We didn’t have much of a chance to talk privately but I did tell her that Clara would suck Dad off at least once a week and he had gotten some Cialis from his doctor for this special event. Courtney smiled at that.At lunch, my hot wife announced that it was time for the “birthday boy” to get a special present. She took his hand and announced, “See you all later”. Clara announced that she wanted both of us to get naked with her while. I suggested that we should go to the hotel as what we just did wasn’t safe. She was still horny as if the lion had just tasted blood and wanted the entire flesh. As we were in the lift, we lip locked till the lift showed 7th floor.As soon as I closed the door of the room, she pushed me then and there on the couch and started opening my pant. The belt wasn’t opening and this made her wait which infuriated her. She came close to me and whispered: “You are gonna suffer the consequences!” What came.