Nothing appeared to have changed. Allen’s car was sitting there waiting for us to leave for Walland. The front door of the house was still open, but...there was no sign of Allen or his Talent anywhere. I sent my Magic senses out in an ever widening circle, but there was no trace of him. I could sense Max beside me doing the same thing.“Nothing,” I said in a dead voice.“No, there is no trace of him or his Talent,” he agreed.“We should check the house,” he said next.“Is that wise?” I asked.“Perhaps. Not one word. He ignored my weak effort to push him away and never looked down at my pleading eyes. He just continued to rut me, his little girl, over and over again. The feeling of his balls slapping against my ass, the feeling of his cock filling and emptying me over and over, these became my entire world as I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness.Out of nowhere my sensible mind found its escape. I found myself fantasizing about church. Father DeGrazia giving his Sunday sermon, me taking. ” She then eagerly grabbed one of the olive drab blankets and pulled it over her shoulders. She opened a second one slightly and dropped it to the concrete floor so that she could stand on it.The other two freed female captives seemed to still be in shock and huddled near the door of the van, obviously still very fearful. Natasha walked over and handed them blankets, saying something to them in Portugese. She called to one of the guards and then pointed to the women. “These two,” she said. I turned and faced the most fabulous man I have ever met. He was over six feet tall, with large, black eyes, thick wavy hair and was square jawed. There was a cleft in his chin which was smashingly sexy. He had broad shoulders, slim waist and it was evident that he worked real hard for that six pack, toned body.There was a wild animal like energy in him, as if a crouching tiger about to jump. He reminded me of a coiled spring. He was immensely strong and acutely aware of it and gave a warm.