Brendan threw his head back, enjoying the warm bath. His eyes took in the enormous idol that was cradling them. It was at least four stories tall - a ...massive, black torso of a man, topped by a golden head and beak of a bird. It started to vibrate.It was speaking in low, modulating tones in a language Brendan could not understand yet it filled him with fear. Hemetra began to work on him even more enthusiastically, draining him of each wave of fear and anxiety that washed over him with her vacuum. She tossed and turned in futility, but there was no getting back to sleep. She was raging horny. Her libido had spiked to new heights and she wasn’t sure if it was because of her new cock, how the demon bitch had ruined her orgasm the night before, or both.Her mind wandered once more to her fantasy slave. Her imaginary sexy gimp in shining black. There were new possibilities now. Sure, she could have fucked him with a strap-on before. She definitely would have, but now she had a real. The man yelled at her, "You fucking bitch. I said to suck it, not play with it. Now get your ass back here and suck on my dick." When she paused in fear of him, "Don't make me call over your pimp. Start sucking."The girl crawled over to him and again wrapped her mouth around his cock. Tim could practically feel the fear emanating from the alley. It felt good, really good. Tim began to home in on the smell of the blood flowing from her lip. His eye sight focused on the few drops of bloody saliva. I was going for an interview to Delhi. I had booked my tickets on company expense in 2 compartments. I board the train and was comfortably reading a book. The train left Patna station at around 9 pm after around 30 min a TT came to check my ticket. He must be of around 40 years of age after checking my ticket he told me a shocking news that I have boarded the wrong train. I was afraid. I had less money in my wallet as I was supposed to take out money from Delhi station ATM. The TT said now you.