"How do you like my visit so far?" he enquired. "Not bad... But you know, you're going to make it damn hard for me to play the domineering bitch, aft...er being mistreated like this! Every time we meet, it ends up like this- me groveling at your feet while you dream up new, er, torments for me. I really wish you'd call before dropping in. And you might at least have asked my permission to top my slaves first." "Ah yes, well," Dodds replied, "I am not in the habit of asking permission of my. " We'll be going ... we weren't here, remember?" Remember what?" Good boy." Hey! How do I get back to town? Is the water down?" I might as well have been talking to the wind ... at least it whistled ... not tonight though ... the fog was getting pretty thick.Hey, dummy. You have a police car. As much as you can call a 1963, two door Chevy Impala, 427, four speed, a police car.I hopped over the seat ... no fancy wire panel for the Sheriff. It started right up. Ooo ... hot rod.Spooky ... not. ’ ‘But you must, for I am here.’ ‘No, it is not possible. You must be a demon.’ ‘I can be whatever you will me to be. Only you have that power, so go ahead and try.’ Jamara closed her eyes and willed the demon to turn into nothing. When she finally opened her eyes, he was gone. Emotionally exhausted, Jamara collapsed. Darkness had fell upon the land when Jamara was finally able to stand. The fighting was getting closer and she knew that she had to escape. Jamara took off into the woods. She ran. With a great surprise she moved towards my room. There my computer was running. One i****t story about mom and son was on the screen. I asked her to sit on the chair and read the text in the computer. She went on reading the story. I could see her face changing red and bright while reading the story. She looked horny. I was sitting the back of her. Slowly I put my hands on her chicks and move smoothly.She didn’t say anything. My hands went under her neck inside the nighty. She was not having.