03-31-2011, 04:12 PM
Jacob wanted to cry. She couldn't help but think of her mother as she was mentioned. She remembered sucking on her tits, getting his milk. She couldn't help think of Jet, and how the wolf would care for both of their pleasure. She wanted to cry. But she couldn't. She would have been punished if she did. So instead, she did what her daddy wanted. "Whatever you want, daddy, just don't stop fucking me!" She screamed, thrusting back, trying to reach orgasm quickly.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.