"Did you read what that other guy said in the report, the guy who witnessed everything from the road? Barry already had me safely out of the car befor...e going back for you; when the car started sliding down the ravine he refused to let you go, even with his own life in peril he refused to let you go."She tried to compose herself again, "I keep thinking, what if he hadn't gone back; or what if he had let go? Don't you see, my darling; he saved me from something much worse than death, he saved me. Placing a kiss on my lips, he told me to take my nap. I rolled over on my side. I could feel my husband's juices running out of my swollen pussy, down over my thighs. I hadn't cum, yet. My clit throbbed. Slipping my hand down, I began to softly rub my clit. Electric pulses ran down my legs. Rubbing harder, I made my nub grow, and soon, it was peeking out of the protective hood. Moaning softly, I started to rub on the pillow between my legs. The soft suede of the pillow tickled my hard. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other Demon’s genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that form from the hatred of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and kill the forces of darkness was so powerful that I was able to come alive from the pain and hatred of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has. Tucker was eager to make as much profit as possible and cut down on any expenses he considered unnecessary. Within a years time the quiet little tavern at the end of the village had turned into a loud brothel, despised by the people around and still blooming because of the many travelers and visitors that frequented it even from the neighboring villages. Not wanting her only child to become a victim of men’s unbridled lust, Valentine tried to convince Mr. Tucker even in her illness to send her.