it lay the Beast--asleep, as Beauty thought. Quite glad to have kinky bondage
found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror he male anal toys
did not move or open his eyes.
"Oh! he is dead; and it is all my fault," said Beauty, crying
But then, looking at him again, she fancied he still breathed,
and, hastily fetching some water from the nearest fountain, she
sprinkled it over his face, and to her great delight he began to