"I could be very, very wicked now." Yes, you could and yes, I do."I got out of bed, showered and dressed. Otogi lay there watching me, sheet over his ...hip, hair tussled, looking well fucked and making me want to crawl back into bed with him."Mm, mm, mm!" He leered as I fixed my collar and cuffs — French thank you, never, ever button. "I have never met a man who looked as good dressed as he does undressed. You look like something good to eat." I was wearing my gray suit, pink shirt and white. In and out they travelled as he carried on licking and sucking her clitoris. His other hand went to his fly and withdrew his erect cock. He felt the pre-cum sticky on his head and stroked it to full hardness as he was devouring Juliana before pulling her roughly off the toilet lid. He bent her over before placing himself at her entrance from behind. He slid very easily into her and started thrusting. The feeling was exquisite as her muscles clamped around his swollen member. Faster and faster. You remembered that they were once a pristine cyan blue, flowing with latent mystical energy, naturally imbued with the power to stop your powerful evil aura from permeating out of the chamber. Now, they had all been corrupted from what might have been years of decay, significantly weakened from constant inundation of evil energy. From the damage you could see upon the walls and floors, you determined that a mighty tremor had struck the final blow when it shook your subterranean cage, breaking. She’d sent a cheque for the upkeep of the house every month to Daniel Killian, their closest neighbor. He’d chided her in the beginning for not coming to see her mother laid to rest, but eventually gave up as she never apologized. Brenna’s father had died when she was only two, an accident on the bogs where he worked harvesting peat. She didn’t remember much about him, but her mother had told her she had her father’s eyes. She set her bags down and moved across the parlor to pick up an old.