They came under the cover of night, when the moon was absent and stars were obscured by heralding storm clouds. The darkness cloaked their approach, t...e thunder masked their marching feet. The barbarian tribe razed the village, destroying homes, setting fire to the streets, and plundering the market and farms. Few villagers could stand against their brutality, the likes of which did not seem human. Despite the swords and spears they wielded, the Goths seemed more akin to animals. They wore no. Brent's breath caught in his throat. It was universal arousal. Every part of her tanned body exuded raw femininity in a way that was almost surreal. Her face — even her face seemed pornographic, plump lips, smoldering eyes, upswept, pointed eyebrows with a sharp, savage beauty. Every part of her flesh was sexy — For Brent, even her kneecaps seemed fuck-worthy."B-but wh- I don't understand; you girls know that I lost big at the tables last night! And you're still here? I just ... are you hooker-. Though college has been very enjoyable, money has always been tight, and Samantha has racked up a great deal of debt. Her boss, the director of the armory museum, asked Samantha if she could do him a favorite and work late on Halloween night. The good natured Samantha of course volunteered when she saw the desperation on her boss’ face when no one else agreed to help him out. She knew that he wanted to spend time with his kids on Halloween, and so she had to say yes; she didn’t even bother to. This must be something important. He rings the bell, feeling slightly sexually excitable. Louise opens the door looking ravishing in her red, satin blouse and tight, black leather trousers. She can be described as lanky as she towers over his small frame. Her golden hair sparkles like hay in a farmyard barn. “Hi Alan come on in. My friend Belinda is waiting for you.” The sound of her name sends a shiver down his spine. This is obviously the same Belinda he has known from years ago, last seeing.