Once again, she had filled not only her mouth but her throat with Hugh’s monster member. She was grunting and moaning like the soundtrack of a porn ...movie, her juices oozing down her thighs. I watched her tiny rosette asshole collapsing clamped around Hugh’s finger. I deduced that she was experiencing yet another long intense orgasm. I was unable to tell whether Hugh was pumping his goo directly down her throat. There was no discernible alteration in the suctioning action of her cheeks.. ..He knew where he was going...this man knew my house…Then he pulled me into my bedroom.He threw me onto the bed, making me bury my face into the bed sheets until I stopped struggling. He pushed his body full on me. The pressure was almost unbearable.He did not say a word. It got me scared in a whole new way...I heard the tinkle and clink of his belt and the zip being pulled. Then I knew he was really going to fuck me…His hand settled on my shoulder as his other guided his dick to me. He rubbed. It had been four hours since her step mother came into her room and said the words that cut through Zoe like a knife. It had been four hours since Zoe had first contemplated taking her own life as a solution for her tragic problems. It had been four hours for her to lie there, staring at the wall, holding Roger ever so tight and go back and forth on the decision to do it. It was now two o’clock in the morning. The red numbers on the alarm clock next to her bed pierced the darkness. Zoe hadn’t. She lowers herself on my cock, burying it deep inside her. She places both hands on my chest to steady herself and begins to fuck me slowly. My hands grip her hips. I pull her down onto my cock, pinning her to me. She continues to rocking her hips forward and back. I lift my hips to her meet her pussy, allowing her the friction and pressure on her clit she desires. A lustful moan leaves her lips. "I would do nothing my pet. You would ensure the darkest of spells could not bind me." My words.