Bestiality - Page 147

Chapter One. Into Africa. Thursday 2nd January 2003. Salford, Manchester, England. ‘Doctor Samantha Roberts,’ I say, answering the phone. ‘Sam? It’s Peter Mendel. Happy new year!’ ‘Hello Peter. Happy new year to you too. Are we all set?’ ‘Yes

The days, weeks went by. Summer turned into autumn. I had never dared to make an attempt to talk to him. Not about my nightmares, not about my fears. But I had gotten my period twice so far, after that disturbing thought, so at least one fear was dwindling

Desmond Riley huffed the last bit of his cigarette before stuffing it into the trash can next to him. He huddled in his worn coat, his breath fogging the air in front of him. He flexed his hands in his gloves, and yanked his cap over his sandy brown hair and ears

Amber is 18 now as of this writing. She has been my slave and she loves it. I torture and train her to my liking

Marcus was your average college age, young man. He was not too remarkable in any fashion. Marcus was not built or overweight. He was enjoying his college life except for the lack of an adventurous sex life

It had been another long night of drinking for Leslie and her friends in preparation for high school graduation. Her parents had to know she was drinking but had never said anything to her – probably because she usually just had one beer and never did shots or any hard liquor