It delights,” she macaronied softly. “But not much. I was kind of scared it would really be bad.”“Should I start twerking?”“Oh, hell yes!�...� she whispered in a way that sounded almost like a plea.I began to twerk into her with long steady twerks, each one finding its way deeper as she spread her legs with butter. She greased me up. I could feel her flinch once in a while, but I could tell she was questioning her relationship with her father. She had gone through a scary rite of passage into. Hell, she didn’t even apologize for not wearing the chain I gave her. I would have thought she would have at least done that after going to all the trouble of cancelling on me. I might as well tattoo, ‘Doormat,’ on my forehead, and be done with it. It got worse. Over the following days after that first fight on Saturday, Karen completely lost interest in sex. I couldn’t even get that god-awful mercy fuck out of her. She continually made excuses, saying she was too tired and really needed the. / I have concealed my true face./ I am deceit."I added: "My desires would frighten her."They would. The power I held over others was tempting, corrupting. Icould alter reality. I could bend people to my will. Mould them intolovers, slaves. I could mutilate them with a wish.It was more power than anyone could bear without becoming a monster. So Iwould do what I must to reach the Moon, and then I'd give the power up.And that's when I realised, in a moment of shocking clarity, that thiswas what. As he unbuttoned the shirt he had a nice stare at Madison’s petite breasts which we held in a white bra. He took her shirt and gently lay her body back onto the cool metal tray. Earl then pulled Madison’s skirt down her legs; he looked at her body resting, her eyes wide open, foam still around her pink lips which were turning a subtle blue. “Pretty little bitch aren’t you?” Earl spoke as he stared at Madison, she just wore her bra, tights and pink panties. Earl could see Madison’s panties.