My bottom and lower back are on fire. I am trying to move my arms. The right one is not responding. My fingers are numb. I am not sure if I have inter...nal injuries. My stomach is not painful. That's good. There are moist blotches beside me. I touch them. Then, I examine the tips of my fingers. To my relief, they are not smeared with blood. The wetness is maybe water or urine, but definitely not blood. I am not sure if I have wetted myself. The dampness on my panties answers this question. It. ’ Darla just smiled and told Shelly to turn over and get on all fours. Shelly then did as she was commanded as the first cock that had she felt in over a year slide into her tight cunt. Under the watchful eyes of the stalker and his assistant, Darla slowly fucked Shelly from behind, while at the same time Shelly screamed and moaned for Darla to fuck her faster and harder. Soon Darla was pounding Shelly so hard that the bed was squeaking harder than it had when Pierre had fucked Darla on it just. Forefinger and thumb tightly squeezing a slippery cock as it pummeled in and out of her cut was all very well. With some men it might quicken their release, but with others it only prolonged their excitement and she often found that teasing their cocks in that way aided them to hold off spilling their seed. She thought of it in terms of organ grinder and monkey. From a controlling point of view, in her experience she found that a mans balls were clearly the organ grinders and his cock was the. " Her concerns, about the things we had done and talked about feeling like a dream, made me wonder if her condition was the cause or if something else was going on. "Damn it, I was worried about this." Worried about what?"I held her to me and met her gaze with a steady look. "One of the Dragons removed your soul from your body."Her eyes widened. "Removed my soul? A Dragon? What's a Dragon? How did he remove my soul?"I knew that Whisper knew what a Dragon was. What I didn't understand was why.