He led Melanie with the belt, pulling her from the sidelines toward a squat athletic office near the bleachers. It looked like a bunker; built of unpa...inted cinder block with it's two, single-paned windows and a door frame you had to dodge on your way though. Inside, the florescent tubes cast harsh light on the narrow desk. There were lockers, a shower stall, shelves with towels and a floor to ceiling cage with balls, flags, buckets; all manner of sports gear locked inside. “Here,” he said,. “Gods are, like, forever years old. What you thought was a deep hatred might just be an old grudge.”“That is correct, our God is of Chaos, not of Order like we once believed. It’s happy as long we appease it.”This was something Rayner could understand. “By Order, you mean helping your people thrive, and by Chaos you mean it helps itself.” The elf nodded. “You all were just a useful tool for it to preserve itself. This god, it’s the forest itself. Am I right?”“Yes, it is. It has been of great. But straightway that he did she implored him, begged him to take her."I want you in me," reaching and grasping his prancing cock, rubbing the glans, feeling a slick droplet expressed out of the slot as she fondled him. She felt wild; out of control, her pussy dictating in this moment, more than ready, desperate for union yet once again.He commanded her onto her knees. She knew what to do. He had shown her how he wanted her positioned when he fucked her; trained her, rejuvenated her pussy and. ‘Listen man…’ his captive started, but the man in black held a hand up, the palm open. ‘Stop’ the gesture said. ‘You know, life is ironic.’ The man in black said, his voice gruff and a bit strained. ‘And death is, too. That girl was crazy about horses. She had all kinds of horse posters and stickers everywhere in her room, books and magazines and DVD’s. Probably just about every kid’s movie about horses or with a horse in it. Her mother told me that her greatest dream was to own a horse one.