His hands never left my hands (that I recall) and he never fucked my pussy, I must have squirted four or five times. “Let me get some” I heard the...bartender say… the guy pulled out of my ass and the bartenders cold hands were on my ass now, when he pushed himself inside of my pussy, I literally screamed out… his dick was bigger than the other guys, my lips pushed in with his cock, he stayed that way for a few seconds before he “FUCKED” me… “Lock the door” he said to the other guy, that much I. She dashed towards the time rip as it shrinked and leaped through the blinding white light. Moments, or was it days later with Her skin smouldering in the woodland where She had landed fresh air filled Her nostrils, also a new pheremonic smell that made Her smile. She opened Her eyes and the first thing She had to do was hide........................ She had just arrived in Florence from Paris. She had to leave because of the usual stealth devastation She left behind wherever She went. For aeons. He was there too, standing over her, without his mask now. He looked downright average, on the younger side and clean shaven, the quiet unassuming guy next door type, completely unthreatening. But she knew what he'd done, what he was capable of. Some of it, anyway. She was about to find out how much more there was. She looked up at him, fear in her blue eyes, and said, "Please, let me go. I want to go home."He slapped her hard enough to knock her down to the mattress. "This is your home now,. But it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t scratching that part of her itch, wasn’t sating that need. Almost, she wondered if he was denying her this time. Then he surprised her. Silmaria let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering when she felt the press of his thick finger retreat from her cunt to move to her exposed, vulnerable little pucker of an asshole. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as he circled her anus for a few tantalizing moments. When the slow, patient, steady pressure of his finger pressed to.