He moved above her and lifted her legs up to her breasts, feeling the stockings beneath his fingers, she felt exposed, but waited in anticipation. She...felt him as he knelt before her, and she looked down, it stood proud before her and as he leaned forward she felt its head as it touched her moist lips, he eased himself into her and she felt him, it was slow and he didn’t hurt her. She was wet for him as he penetrated her deeply, the long slow strokes continued and she savoured him. That feeling. Before long, Marcus was able to stick three-quarters of the dildo into Wendy, his fist (which was wrapped around the base) bumping against her labia with each movement of his hand. The rounded tip teased her g-spot, which was truly her weakness. Her body actually changed colors as she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure Marcus was granting her. Her mouth opened wide, spitting dirty talk as she climaxed. "Oh yes, yes, YES!!! Fuck me, Master Marcus, please fuck me!!!" Wendy cried as she. Keep going," Chris demanded of her."Don't worry about all this Hell. All damned souls are eventuallyunited with God in the end," one damned soul said from a grave."Is this true," Annie said hopefully."Don't listen to him," Chris said to her."Just wait a little longer, and you will be saved," the damned soul saidafter them.The two then found themselves in a crowd of hypocrites wearing colorfulclothes. Annie became memorized by their clothes. "I want to wear oneof them," Annie said. “I kind of figured.”Our chuckles danced around us in the dark like fireflies – brightening up our moods if not the actual closet.“Did you seriously dream about Martians breaking into the house?”“Yeah,” I said.“So, what else did your Martians do apart from capturing us and locking us in your closet?”“Well, they waited until the police had gone and the house was all dark again. Then they broke in and went looking for Dad because they wanted him to make them a new death-ray.”“Since when would Dad.