She just went to get you some warm milk."I nodded and the three people, none of whom I recognized, straightened up and left the room.I just lay there ...or half a minute, trying to gather my thoughts. Where was I? Amelia? The last thing that I remembered was that I was in the old Westervelt Mansion. We had seen something unusual that seemed to be a ghost, and we had been cornered at the front door. I put my hand up to my head, and I almost screamed. It wasn't my hand. It wasn't even my arm. And. ”I knew mom would go on about this for at least another ten minutes. Christ, Mrs. Bergman would have had to be on the roof of her house with binoculars to have seen my hard-on. And no, I am not fucking Kimberly. She lets me touch and kiss her boobs if she is in a good mood like she was today. She jerked me off once after I begged for a half hour.Mom finally wound down.“Now you get to your room. You are grounded until Monday. It will give you a chance to mow the lawn as I asked you two days ago.. "It's a gourmet item, he whispered. "Think I could convince you to prepare it for me?" Gourmet dishes really aren't my line..."Without warning, his hand shot down to her crotch, grasping the plump womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard and firmly, making sure she felt the pressure through the thin layers of her gown and panties.She did. She moaned and trembled, her pelvis hunching a little, pressing into his palm. "You just convinced me! Any special way you want it served?" I'll take. She gasped and rolled in the cold iron cage as it closed and locked around her. The whip evaporated.Annie crawled and pulled herself on the floor away from Desdemona, cowering and crying. She shrieked as the demoness turned and considered her.Desdemona gestured to the ceiling, then took a second look at the paralyzed girl, and waved it off. “Oh, what’s the point? You’re already caged,” she said dismissively.The demoness strolled over to Joey’s cage and peered at him through the bars. Joey.