She lay in the engine cover like a half-naked rag dollWith her panties out of the way the intimacy of his touch was even more intense, flesh on flesh,...all her secrets revealed, and she felt as though she were in the hands of a relentless master who played her like a fine violin, bringing forth high trills of thrilling pleasure and low, rich tones of soul-shuddering desire. This dark, shadowy man in coveralls was the maestro and she was the instrument, and she had no more control or. "Is this your true form? I always knew there was something weird about you."She slapped his hands away, "You still haven't answered my questions"."Hey, I love your horns. It swirls around above your ears like a pair of ram's horns. Makes you look cute as hell". He proceeded to test if those were real as well.She slapped his hand away as his other hand rubbed the base of her wings, "Were you even listening to me? Just who are you? And stop playing with my ... ooh ... don't touch that!"He. .. please let me go.” She whispered “You’ve taken what you wanted... please...” she cried hard. As he listened to her pleading he growled in anger. How dare she think to ask to be let go? In anger he slapped her once, twice, three times, each time he heard her scream. “You are mine and what is mine I keep.” He left go of her and stepped off the bed and turned her around and brought her to her knees. River offered up no resistance, her body was too battered to fight. She felt cold metal. I was wondering if you could dispense with it in her case' Meera requested.'Sorry Meera that will not be possible' I replied, 'it is company policy you know'.'Yes I know that but can't you do it for old times sake' Meera asked with tears in her eyes, 'my Amba is still a virgin'.'Now that you have invoked our old association then let me tell you something about Amba and why she is still a virgin' I said and related the story of my first meeting with Amba.'It was stupid of her to go to Miss.