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  • I removed the cloth and gave her a little peck on the mouth. ‘You’re just too cute honey, I needed to have you for my collection.’ I’ve met her on an online dating side. She’d didn’t completely fit the profile. Normally I picked somewhat older woman, lonely and desperate for a boyfriend, for a male counterpart that would swipe them away and solve all their problems, kind of pathetic woman actually, that wouldn’t be missed and that would be easily breakable, once they realized their new life would be way better than their sorry little lives from before. But this girl was different. For starters she was only 23, she was quite a successful business woman, but she had the cutest face, curly red hair, rosey cheeks full of freckles and a very athletic slim figure, she would be best described as petite. I’d stalked her for weeks, going back and forth on whether to take her or not. On the one hand I had a good operation going. I had some high profile friends that enjoyed my collection as much as I did, and that provided me with immunity. Taking this one, would be a risk, especially taking her with something as old fashioned as chloroform. It was just, when I saw her coming home tonight, wearing that gray coat, those shiny sheer panties, those high heels, her curly red hear twisted Pregnant into two little buns. Maybe it were the buns that convinced me, or maybe it was just the fact that she’d left the window open and then fell asleep on the couch. I could see her lying there, helplessly far away in dreamland. It was a breeze to force the window and enter her house. The chloroform rag somewhat in front of her face at first, having her breath in the fumes while sleeping. When she woke up I pushed the cloth into her face, forcing her to inhale more and more. In fact, he wanted to break the kid, make him into a bitch. "Eeek" she squeals quietly, starttled a bit. His tongue drilled Pregnant deep inside of Lil's asshole. I groaned, our tongues dancing, sharing my futa-cum. They ate, drank coke, laughed, and touched each other in such a casual and familiar way that it sparked something in her, something that wasn’t specifically sexual and perhaps not of the satyr. The boisterous display of affection slammed into a wall of silence as I climbed off the passenger seat. Martin also sent me a text message making sure I was OK. He was focused on how hot it was blowing me in front of those guys. Such thoughts were best left to the deep recesses of his observance. She sat up in the bed trying to recall anything she could about what happent last night. “Oh, I insist that you give me a hand,” Jack replied. I went back to playing on my phone and waiting for this erection to go away! She was evidently enjoying herself because she was hesitant to leave.. “Of course!” All 3 of us said.