The right hand held a heavy staff that by scale would be about 5 feet long. One end was worked to a sharp point, the other end was blunt but ornamente... with some feathers and strips of hide or fur.I watched intently for the details. I had the sense that everything I had been shown to this point was the prelude, this was what I needed to know, this was going to tell me what I needed to know about myself, at least if the old man was right.As the vision cleared and focused, it became evident to me. "Madame Renou-Briggssays that you have to be really dedicated to ballet to get pointe shoesbefore you're twelve." I smirk as I know without looking that my sister-the only one of the three to have not yet turned twelve- is blushing."And none of us have broken our ankles yet," Sabrina says smugly."Never going to let your sister forget that, are you?" I ask."Nope!" Sabrina replies. "SO glad she isn't in the class anymore,though, that would NOT have been fun." Maybe not for you, Sabrina..."Tell me. "Alright I'm on the way. I grabbed the .22 mag and a handful of shells. I also grabbed my cut down twenty gauge over and under shotgun. If I needed more than those, I would have to play it by ear. I did wear the Kevlar just to add some protection, but safety wasn't my main concern, when I parked my Cruiser in the alley behind the pub.Jeremy had never called asking for help, so I was taking it very seriously. I went in through the kitchen which was empty. That wasn't right for the kitchen of the. Stephanie didn’t want to cum, she wanted to focus on escaping. “You should be thankful to Ray slut! It was his comment that brought my attention to your needy little pussy.” Markus taunted while he walked around the helpless vigilante girl, soaking in the sight of the bound petite blonde girl fighting the urge to moan. “Look at you. Fighting so hard not to let yourself cum... Batman train you to do that?” ‘Augh! You’ll pay for this...’ Stephanie thought with empty bravado while she glared.