Popping the door open, Vince peered inside. Against the opposite wall sat a bed, dotted with two velvet pillows sitting atop a crisp, tight white shee...t. A computer hummed, its screen saver reading ‘BRITTANY!’ in bold, rainbow-colored letters.Vince crouched, watching and waiting. Brittany gazed at the last streams of lathery white shampoo tracing their way down the curves and swells of her body, and turned the faucet off.She stepped out amidst clouds of billowing steam and wrapped a towel around. “You’re our slut now, sissy,” you taunt, as you fuck me. And I've never felt more like a slut.“Tell me you’re my bitch,” you order.I try to comply, but have your friend’s black penis stuffed into my mouth, and can only try to make myself understood as you both laugh at your cross-dressing white whore. I manage to stammer out the words “Master, I’m your bitch” amid the pounding thrusts into my worthless white mouth.You’re fucking me hard now, slamming into me, as the other man gives my face a. Emily was still asleep, and I was cuddled up against her in the ‘spooning’ position, both of us on our right sides, and my left arm around her waist. A soft ‘Mmmmm’ told me that she wasn’t completely asleep, but in that half-awake state in which lovers can really appreciate the morning together. Lovers? Well, definitely that, and last night had been every bit as great as those three days in the Poconos a decade ago. But, if it was more than just the mood, and a little bit of alcohol – Emily. It is my theory that Snowflakes are dying out because they aren't true Faeruhnites. If an alien from another reality founded their line, they couldn't be. There must have been some subtle incompatibility if a great being such as Starswirl produced what have ultimately proven to be such a biologically inferior race." We are not inferior!" A diminutive Snowflake shouted angrily. "You must tell me all you can about this elixir, and then I will show you inferior when I recreate the.