After a while, he was ready to waken his guests. He tucked the thongs intothe knapsack he always wore; then he clapped his paws sharply together. Moan...inga little, the nine doomed fairies returned to consciousness. Then they beganto cry: full-throated, heartbroken sobs. Well, all but one began to cry: theone he had most recently captured. She was a red-haired, freckled minx, withthe prettiest pussy in the bunch. But her face was anything but pretty at themoment: a study in hatred and. Here I was tied down tight as my body was used as a fucktoy and all I could do is keep cumming. I tried to stop myself, but couldn't, each thrust into me made me want more, my cunt was squirting and covering the cock inside of me as my mouth bobbed harder on the cock using it. I was aware that there were more then just these two in the room, I had no clue how many though and as I tried to wrap my head around it all, my body quaked with yet another, stronger orgasm. As my body bucked and. On this late winter afternoon however, as I shifted the bag of groceries I was carrying, they somehow managed to wiggle from my grasp, tearing off, side by side with leashes trailing. They were two little fugitives running free. Feeling foolish, I sped after them calling their names, ‘SEPTEMBER SNOW! SCRAPPY!’ I hollered, racing down the snowy sidewalk in a wasted effort to catch them. Running through the snow with a bag of groceries isn’t easy, so I simply dropped it. Perhaps I would return. He joined our football team because his old school didn’t have one, though they were planning on fielding one in the near future. When I first met him, I thought he was really cute. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, good-looking young man with dark brown skin, almond-shaped gray eyes and curly black hair. He looked really good, even with the permanent egotistical half-smirk he always wore on that handsome mug of his. Or perhaps because of it. I’m not sure. Anyhow, I soon began.