"Sure, buddy," he grinned, pouring me another shot, which I downed in short order.Now, of course, I didn't mind the singing so much, as the Cranberrie...s' cover band played yet another of their hits. They actually sounded a bit poetic in fact, though I wasn't sure if that was honeyed tea in their throats or just enough tequila in my blood to destroy my taste in music. It didn't matter just then, because I was happy as a clam, though I'm still not sure what's so happy about a clam (they're dinner,. She seemed to really enjoy herself as the shaft slowly sank into her vagina. Bent awkwardly at the middle, the beautiful pregnant mouse didn’t stop backing up until her furry backside was pressed firmly against the cardboard wall.It was the most exotic thing Missy had ever seen! The gravid mouse had no trouble taking the big shaft deep into her. After a heartfelt moan, Brie began humping herself against the wall separating her from the aroused buck. Her tail thrashed back and forth wildly, and. Her eyes widen slightly when she gets a look at thehooded man at the door and she takes a slight step back."Can I help you?" she asks in a small voice.The man reaches up, then, up into the neck of his hoodie. He begins topull something underneath his jumper upward. As he does, the man's facebegins to shift and distort, until he rips what is clearly a veryrealistic rubber face mask off his face."It's me, Angie," the unmasked man says, in a gruff, masculine tone.When Angela realizes who this guy. And she would suffer for it. “Oh what a shame,” Michael sneered, “I guess I can’t let you go. And for your rudeness you will have to suffer. You are mine now, Sara. Mine to do whatever I want with. My little toy to play with whenever I feel like it, to hurt and abuse, and to fuck whenever I want. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You are my bitch now girl, so you might as well try to enjoy it. Scream all you want, nobody will hear you now.” “Let me go!!!!” Sara screamed, floods of.