We walked to her room and she helped me with my bags, I always take lots of clothes and things with me wherever I go. We put the bags on her bed and w...lked back out to the kitchen. She handed me a can of coke and giggled, “So how has your day been?” she asked, putting her hair behind her shoulders. “Honestly” I said, “It’s been really, really boring”. “Ha! She said, Fuck, I always have boring days”. After about half an hour of standing in the kitchen and talking we went back to. I can trust you remember what happened the first time you did something I told you not to?" I nod and I whimper in response as the graphic images quickly come flooding back. Memories of shouting, broken glass and other broken things, including my left wrist and two ribs. "That's what I thought. Now do you understand this, darling? No one may know of our relationship. I have connections now and a girl will be stopping by the bus to pick you up. The cover stories will range from shopping to just. ”Mort nods, shakes her hand, introduces himself, and says, “Yes, we have a few some ancestors of mine packed away quite a few years ago. I’ve no idea of exactly how old they are.”They enter the house and he stops to wave at the hundreds of books in the bookshelves lining the entry. He adds, “I know the majority of these were packed away in trunks for safe keeping in eighteen sixty-two, so I know they have to be older than that.”Lizzy’s eyes go wide at the size of the collection she sees. She. .. I will be better... and you will receive more from me... you... uhhn..."Nyssa pants lightly, bending slightly at the waist. She lifts her head and moans. Her thighs quake. Pleasurable reward suffuses her."Not too fast..." she whispers. She shudders and moans more loudly. What she feels when the energy flows to it, when it feeds, is beyond mere words. It is the essence of bliss, a sweet surrender to delight that, were she a weak-minded mortal, she would happily surrender to until she was.