Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’ve only been in Las Vegas for a while now. My roommate is great, but I have dinner with her every night. I miss my family and my friends from back home. I miss the traditions and cozy feel of my Aunt’s house, the way memories from holidays past flood over you when everyone is together. Not having that now can be incredibly lonely. So when I got the INVITATION to join Wolf for THANKSGIVING DINNER, I couldn’t say no.

I wore a light grey sweater dress and heels. I kept my hair down, just the way he likes it, and prepared to spend a wonderful evening with him and his “coworkers.” I assumed that meant men and women. The guys he worked with and their spouses or girlfriends. I had even considered being flattered that he wanted to introduce me to his friends; I should have known better.

Phone Sex Adventures of Kayla getting Hunted: Kayla gets stuffed.

 

I knocked on the door, holding a freshly baked apple PIE. Wolf opened the door, and my knees got weak. He’s just so damn HOT. “Hey, baby girl.” He greeted me and stepped back, allowing me to follow him inside. I was surprised that I didn’t smell anything cooking but shook it off. His hand went to my lower back, and he kissed my cheek. “You look beautiful.”

His words had me blushing, and I thanked him. “Go ahead and drop that off in the kitchen and come say hello to my friends.” He PATTED my bum, and I did as he said. The kitchen was clean and quiet—nothing like my parent’s house on the holidays. The oven was cold, and there wasn’t a single dish in the sink. My stomach started to coil with worry and fear. What was Wolf up to this time?

I entered the living room feeling like a mouse in the lion’s den. Wolf was standing with his hands on his hips. A big smile on his face as he joked about something with the four other men in the room. It was clear they were all military too. They were built the same, with the same haircuts and FILTHY thoughts playing out on their faces.

 

Feast

 

“Kayla,” Wolf beamed in my direction and I felt all five sets of eyes land on me. “Come here, Princess.” He lifted his arm out for me and I walked to his side. He hugged his arm around my shoulder. His fingers digging in tight to my flesh. “Now the FEAST can begin.”

“Wh-what feast?” I shook my head with confusion. “I didn’t see any food anywhere.”

“That’s because we’re TYING you up and STUFFING you, sweet Kayla.” Wolf’s hand slid down my arm until he gripped my wrist and twisted it back behind my body.

“What? No.” I giggled. That was silly; he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, could he?

To be continued…
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
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