The poor mailbox looked like someone had beaten it with something made in the shape of a cross. There were bras and panties up in the trees and on the...bushes. There was a pair of plain, white, girl panties stapled to a piece of plywood with Virgin painted over top of them in red with a circle and slash. If I thought that maybe, just maybe, I had the wrong house, the other sign saying “Emily lives here. I don’t want to fuck you. Go away,” would have crushed that hope.Her mom may be a complete. PART TWO When I woke in the morning, I was still wearing the clothes I'd worn allday yesterday, but, she had added something during the night. Manacles. Myankles were bound together, and my wrists were bound together. A leatherthong was wrapped around the foot manacles, and effectively hobbled me to thecouch. I could not even get up to go to the bathroom. Horror filled me. Susan could be one of the most vindictive people Iknew, when she was crossed. I realized all too late, that it would. “Yes. It’s more of a gray, like mist in some ways. Though the way they brought it into being was not as ... exciting,” Cara smirked.Alex exchanged glances with the ladies, and they knew what this meant. That Gloria and Matthias were surface users, or Daskein, as the hermit had called them. While they were surface users, that didn’t mean they lacked skill or power. Knowing this, only encouraged the group to be careful when the encounter with the Shadow Dancers happened.“Regardless, they aren’t. And there is the frequent tap of the balls on your forehead as you alternately raise your head to take him deep into your mouth, or he pushes his cock in and out. There is a vague eroticism about giving a man a blow job and knowing you are about to make him cum, and having the almost over powering desire to forget your own impending culmination, and concentrate on his cock and his cum and his climax. Those moments leading up to the first surge of semen from his cock may well be the closest.