Mother Nature relentlessly screamed through the numerous holes in the roof and broken windows as if to warn that the mansion was no longer a place for... the living.Once all welcoming to the highest echelons of society, it is now home to a dozen or so bums. Each one taking a room, making it home, and declaring it their possession. Some by graffiti on the door, others by a blunt sign that read FUCK OFF and STAY OUT.The smell of human shit and weed being smoked filled Ray's nose and made him wretch. He then massaged the face and neck and on to the arms, down the arms to the hands and fingers, as he gently pulled the fingers he said "imagine I am extracting all of the tension out of your body and mind and throwing it away." Moving to the chest, he lifted the outside of both breasts pushing them gently together to form two peaks of desire which he took into his mouth and tenderly sucked one after the other. He gently rotated his tongue over her nipples, blowing cool air on to the nipples. It looked like something Buffy might have made, back when she was in that whole crafty period immediately post-Sunnydale. Ugly-ass bright colours, crappy, lazy stitches, yup. That was her girl.The other girl, this strange Dawn who was about thirteen steps removed from the k*d she'd known, stirred on the bed. Faith backed up, hoping to get out fast, but she tripped over some kind of art project made of wire, and Dawn raised her head, squinting."Faith?" she rasped."Yeah," Faith said. "Uh, no. Go. Filling her pretty, pouty-lipped mouth with what came out of my bum-hole. Making her tongue taste and feel my filth. Making her nice blonde curtains all shitty. I feel so, so powerful. I torture her with it, smothering her, permitting her a few seconds of breath, then back down into the sludge she goes! My pole twitches and leaks with newly-pubescent cravings as she comes up for air and squeals and begs and pleads through shitty lips and shitty tongue before her frantic words are turned to.