“Can you feel it?” Kara inquired, ignoring my animalistic warning. I nodded, my eyes wide as I regained my senses. I could! There was a sensation rushing through my body, coursing through my veins. The painful hunger in my body had been given nourishment, and I shivered with delight as it spread throughout my system. I felt strong -- truly alive for the first time! The ravenous edge had been taken off my hunger, but I was by no means sated. I looked down at Lisa’s prone, spent body and licked my lips, feeling my mouth once again begin to water. “You may feed to your heart’s content, little one,” Kara assured. “The fate of this nosy cow is of no concern to me. But let me explain. There is a limit to how deeply you may feed before you do irreversible harm. A woman like this, prim and proper, and dulled by the effects of marriage, can offer you two -- perhaps three feedings at best at a given time. Then, to properly maintain your cow, you must let it rest. “And if our cow is not allowed to rest?” I inquired with a menacing undertone, gazing down at the weakly struggling blonde with a predatory look. “Then you will consume her, use her up. Death may result from exhaustion, with the awkward questions and inquiries that will follow. She is powerless to resist you, but be aware the damage you may do,” Kara answered in an instructional tone. I nodded, understanding, but caring little for the girl’s fate. Lisa-Marie had tormented me since early childhood, and payback had been a long time coming. I licked my lips, sensing a still-lingering hunger in my belly. But finally reason overruled my urges and I backed away with a disappointed growl of frustration. “No sense in wasting a perfectly good cow,” I agreed reluctantly, looking down at the whimpering bitch with distain. ##### Part 16 - Over a Barrel ##### Kara and I watched as Lisa-Marie slowly rose to her feet. As the tremors of fatigue in her trembling legs began to fade, she angrily brushed at the dirt on her clothes, looking down with dismay at the torn crotch of her Indian Girls Fucking riding pants. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked at us, her expression twisted into a grim mask of fury. “You... you... unholy creatures!” She blubbered, caught between a rage and fits of crying. “You wait! You wait until I tell the whole town about you! They’ll burn you, I swear it! You’ll burn at the stake for witchery! Then we’ll see who has the last laugh!” Kara sighed in exasperation, favoring me with a tired look. And never though it could feel so pleasant. Swaying her hips backward and forward. “Glad you enjoyed Indian Girls Fucking it so much,” she says as she gives me a wink before getting up and cleaning herself off. Like Sandy, with her other hand, she held my testicles. "Get on your hands and knees." Daddy, again, wasn't shocked. “Why is it so important that I… f-fuck her?” I asked. A powerful knee to the face breaks his nose, and then, the Japanese martial artist decides on the method of capital punishment of the police officer turned killer. Flirt Yes. May then got down on her knees in front of daddy.