Pennington told Sheila.It was in the afternoon when Sheila’s phone rang. The apartment phone was only connected to the security guard station in the...lobby and could be turned off and on at the owner’s discretion.“Hello,” Sheila answered.“Mr. Price is on the way up,” the guard said, and hung up the phone. After the long week of extreme sexual abuse, Sheila was completely broken of any effort to resist her blackmailers and de facto captors. The 5’4” 118lb college freshman now would do anything. I continued kneading her tits one at a time, since my hands were tied. Amy moaned louder as I did so. Her strokes became more urgent as she neared her orgasm. I was ready to blow also so I did my best to hold off. Amy sank one last time onto me and her orgasm rippled through her body. “I don’t know why I love your cock so much Jim I just know I do”, Amy said. “Keep going I am not finished yet”, I panted. Amy being the slut for my cock she was and needed more quickly drove on. I. Another thing she didn’t understand was the fact that she could still feel her fingers – the ones in her detached and missing left hand. Her eyes traveled over to where the raptor (Where is that damned thing, anyway?) had spit it out. It was barely glowing, but the fire in the dying flesh of her left arm was still enough to set aflame the grasses that touched it.Subconsciously, she leaned toward it, reaching forward with her good arm. The fingers of her detached left arm moved – extending out. I eyed him as he entered and then closed the door behind him, watched the way his muscular body moved under then thin material of his t-shirt. He quietly made his way to the couch where everyone was seated and began to greet the people who knew. He didn’t say anything to me and I wasn’t expecting him too. I was shocked when we locked eyes and in that moment the temperature in the room dropped. I felt my friend next to me shiver, giving sign that I wasn’t the only person that felt the cold air..