Groans.... and starts thrusting his prick. His shaft pumping in and out of my mouth... I suck hard on his sweet muscle. He pumps faster and faster... ...his balls slapping my chin... he's moaning... I know his sticky load is coming... I start rubbing his asshole... and playing with his balls... FUCK !... his nuts are so full.... his prick so fuckin' hard.... sucking his love muscle like there's no tomorrow. I shove my middle finger to the hilt in his fucking tight shit hole, in one plunge... GOD. Buffy cried. What had they done to her?Where were all her friends? She remembered having friends, mighty witches and sorcerers. Where were they now? Would they save her?Could she be saved?Did she want to? She shook her head in despair.The red haired witch called Willow. Where was she? The clever Cordelia? The loyal Xander and his girlfriend, what had happened to them?Buffy gasped. A curtain was lifted from her mind, if only for a second. And she knew. She knew and cried. She cried and balled. The figures cast long shadows to their right except Zelda's cast to her left.Several of the attendees had occupied a rented bus as it drove through the night from New York City via New Jersey, driven by James, the African limo driver who usually drove Elliot around the city. Paid exorbitantly by Elliot, Sophie and Sarah, he used the week and a half as a sort of busman's holiday, bringing his pretty blonde wife and their two preschool daughters along. The cute girls had strewn gardenias and. Don’t you ever try to touch me again.” Ashriel closed his fist, his heart breaking as he watched the female he’d always wanted since he was only seventy five springs old walk away. By Seraphian standards, he’d been merely a boy back then, his wings covered with baby down. Still the dark-skinned beauty with the green gold eyes had fascinated him. But he was forbidden to touch her, forbidden to love her. Reapers must remain chaste in their vocation, or fall into temptation like Davariel. Still,.