She ceased her torture and got up from his lap, caressing his penis with a hand as she stood up.He could smell her skin still so near to him, he wante... her so badly. He started to struggle against the ties on his hands, but she had bound him well.She stood over him for a minute or two and then plunged him deeply into her as she straddled him once again. He gasped as he felt her tight muscles suddenly envelope him with an amazing, warm and wet strength. As she started to slowly and very deeply. “Sal, I took a risk telling you…”“I know that.” She butted in.“…But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness, light as opposed to darkness; in my case, werewolf and slayer.”“Buffy strikes again.” She laughed mirthlessly.“It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”“So who is this. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into the room, watching Erin as she nudged the canvas with. I wanted to take my mind of this because it was the only thing I was thinking about and the smell of her panties are stuck in my head. So I grabbed my Game Of Thrones book collection to read, at least to take my mind to a totally different story to think about.I slowly started to forget about it till I passed out till the next morning.Since that day I found myself going straight to shower after my sister getting out of it to see if she left some clothing parts.Even the pants alone were enough.