I grabbed her arms and signaled her to stand up. She took off her top and tossed it across the room. I grabbed her arms again and gestured to stand on...the couch. I reached around her body to cup her ass and yanked her shave crouch to my face. I licked her swollen clit that send bolts of ecstasy into her. Her knees began to weaken. She is so close to the edge. I closed my lips against her clit to give it a little suck. Now, I was just teasing. Her body shook again. I worked my tongue on her. I pulled her into the crook of my side, and rested her cold tear-streaked cheek against my breast. I stroked the matted her from her forehead, and kneaded my fingers into her mane. Then I yanked it back, exposing the bow of her neck, the artery pulsing wildly with the last beats of life. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a squeak not even a mouse could hear. I raised my fist, and plunged the hairpin deep. She croaked, her body spasming, her eyes bulging. Blood spilled. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America."Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master," Alison volunteered. "Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion and we'll start hunting them down. Most can't be that dangerous. We'll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell." Please, mi Rey?" There was anger and pain in Desiree's brown eyes. "We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need. Letting out a sigh your eyes close, and sleep wraps around you. Shortly before, Keys rattle, the door opens, one more look around is all I have before you're in the house. Pulling my bag of goodies under the bed and tucking myself under the bed, out of reach of the sunlight trickling in through the window. I watch as you tip toe into the bedroom, stretching out your calves. Shirt, sock, sock, pants... I shift so my cock isn't growing into the floor, giving it the room it desperately needs....