Meanwhile, Sue turned her attention to the rear of the wagon and started hurling fire balls at the demons in her sector as fast as she could pick out ... target. Flame seemed to be erupting everywhere, but it was hardly slowing the demons. In desperation, she asked, "Hat, what more effective spell can I use?"Change to ICE BALL.Sue started shooting balls of cold at the demons instead of heat, and these seemed much more effective. Any demon struck by an ice ball froze in place, and a second ice. She thrilled to consider herself as that naïve protagonist. She reprised our conversation "in character", and each reference to my roughness, and her helplessness, triggered another tingle of excitement within her. She fell deeper into her fantasy, and embroidered her imaginings of my plans for her this weekend.I was surprised at the sorts of things she imagined. She wondered about being bound out doors in the winter. She imagined being chained in a dungeon, with some masked villain torturing. V. I was thinking about his cock, I was thinking if he got a hard-on to see my sexy legs or not? Was he going to masturbate in his room thinking about me or not? Had he thought about fucking his mom in her ass? He didn’t approach me so I came to my bedroom. I left the door open for him, but later I heard him going straight to his room. I was feeling horny with all the dirty thoughts about my son’s cock, and the way he had fucked me both times. I tried to slip my hand in my panties and rub my. I am in his world and only desire to go deeper.It stops.His hands are now on my ass, massaging. I press back against him as best I can... the coolness of his hands comforting to my bruised ass. The light massaging turns rougher as he starts pinching and dragging his nails across my tender skin. I wince at each abuse but my cunt is a faucet and continues to drip down my thighs. The room smells like slut.He pulls me back up by my hair and roughly penetrates me with his fingers. I give in and.