A spritz of perfume follows and then she is off.She enters the kitchen to find Ray sitting at the table. Walking over, Zaria places her arms around th...e man, giving him a soft, wet kiss. “Good morning, Daddy.”“Morning,” he replies. “I cleaned up the living room.”“Thank you, Daddy,” Zaria says, taking her seat as well as a sip of orange juice from the glass on her side of the table.“After breakfast I need to shower,” Ray informs her. “Then I’m going to drive you back to school.”“Really?” The Ish. The brawny youth flexed his buttocks again, twitching his lust-inflamed hardness another tortuous inch up into her aching cunt as she tried to free her legs from the ruthlessly imprisoning hands of the other boys, to kick loose and escape the inhuman impalement to which she was being subjected. But the two other youths held her firm, determined not to let her go."Nooooooooo," she cried fearfully. "It's too big! Stop, my God! Stop before you kill me." She was certain she was being ripped right. This was fucking! She groaned and came twice more before I could no longer hold back. I blasted what I had left into her and we rested.After I softened, she tugged me up on the bed so she could lick me clean. She loves our taste as much as I do. She had fucked me so well that my cock barely gave a twitch, but it felt like velvet to me. She released me and smiled nastily. “Nicky’s gonna get his ass fucked,” she whispered up at me.“Well, there’s something I was wondering about, though,” I said.. And on that topic… at least one legend states the candle causes accelerated aging in those who, ah, use it. So take a good look at me, you could see it in a mirror tomorrow.’ I rolled the candle back up again. ‘I don’t know where the book is. And that I will swear before God. The bell was found in the Caribbean. The book could be anywhere in the world. I came here to research where it came from, hoping to learn where it went to. So now what? I’m of no use to you. You take the candle and bell.