Still greater problems existed in the fact that Ben was not matureenough to handle the responsibility of such a thing. Susan, Ben'smother refused to ...cknowledge any of this. She saw Ben as nothingmore than a late bloomer waiting on just the right set ofcircumstances to pull him out of his shell. To admit anything elsewould have been the same as giving up on her only child. SusanAckerman would not do that."Tim!" Ben shouted again as he fired up the Mustang convertible.It was Ben's first. With lustful desire pushing him forward, he retrieved two wrist cuffs from the small bag. The moonlight in the room was sufficient for him to quickly wrap one wrist before he pulled the other behind the girls back. Putting his hand over her mouth, he leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Don't make a sound, I don't want to hurt your mother," he said, putting the ball gag in her mouth. "Good Girl, I'm going to fuck you now." She lay still, not knowing what might come next. "If you scream, I. They were all whores though you would never tell at first glance, elegantly dressed and discreet in their makeup the only hint one might have was that they were all very pretty. The woman on the armchair was particularly beautiful though older than the other three. “I wanted you here,” the woman said, “to celebrate a good year. You three are my best girls and one of you will inherit Black Rose when I retire,” “Retire?” one of the others said, an Asian beauty not past her twenties “you can’t be. You’ve met both? Have you met Jesus?” Jessica reacted with more than a little awe after I revived her and she finished cooking dinner.“Yes, I met Jesus. And Gabriel, in fact. So far, I think that leaves Michael and maybe a few others to meet. And yes, I’ve met Satan. Yes, crazy ol’ me. No, you’re not off your rocker and neither am I. It’s a bit of a shock to the system, ain’t it? Here’s the kicker, prior to this project, Jehovah tried to set me up to be ... the Antichrist,” I dropped the real.