“It means I’m sick.” “What does sick mean?” asked Chloe. “It means there is something in my body making me weak and my immune system is trying to fight it off. Momo, do you remember all those shots that you got at the vet?” Momo tensed up, her hair standing on end and her tail erect. “Those shots were to keep you from getting sick.” Chloe began to panic. “Is Master going to die?” “No, I won’t die. It’s just a common cold. I get one almost every year. But Jesus, Hardcore I feel like shit. I just need to rest, stay warm, and drink lots of water. If I feel up to it, I’ll go outside, but otherwise, I don’t think the generator will be coming on today.” amateur Other than my misery, the day passed no different from usual. The girls and I all lounged, each of us using a different teen way to pass the time. I would be reading, Momo would be drawing, Sonja batting around a tennis ball, and Chloe watching the storm. As much as I hated getting sick, I was glad that it oral happened now when I didn’t have to be anywhere. Sitting at a desk when you have a cold must be one of the levels of Hell that Dante wrote about. “Master, how are you feeling?” My loyal hound, Sonja would constantly crawl onto the bed and check in. “Fine,” I’d say, and she’d lie down on her stomach, looking at me with a somber expression. It was the same expression she’d have back when she was a normal dog and I left for work every morning. Sometimes she would stay like that for just a few minutes and then return to her game, other times she would stay next to me and snooze for a while. It’s a lot easier to get over a cold when you have someone caring for you. By the evening, I was feeling a bit better, at least enough to prepare dinner. I made us all some oatmeal, piping hot. The girls took their usual spot at their bowls and slurped up the meal and I was at the table, eating and watching them by candlelight. After we all brushed our teeth, it was off to bed. I took my spot in the middle and the girls all huddled around me. “Master, are you too sick to play tonight?” Sonja asked. Despite my doggystyle clogged sinuses, her question made me snicker. “Is he?” I asked, “Think, Mother; who has the most to gain from your death?” Thank you” He was almost six feet tall and hefty. She wanted me to be a better master. I feel hands caressing my balls from behind. Then I noticed Consuelo gasping and moaning. amateur Frank saw her face blush red and she swallowed what appeared to be a large lump. "I oral clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma'am. Darleen takes us to a red painted door. doggystyle He knew Hardcore who she was from watching her branding ceremony but seeing her in person was something else. I shake her, not hard, but enough to really wake her. Payday.” Mona said tersely, “maybe I should just go straight for sucking his cock. Okay das war in Ordnung. "Did she bleed?" asked Susie. Sven was amassing quite teen the deadly harem of kick-ass women around him.