.Lynette. His wife's missing friend, the vampiress controlling illusions.“No,” Damien croaked, wishing he could move. He struggled to wiggle finge...s, toes. “No, Abigail! You're my wife.”“It's his cock,” Abigail panted, wiggling her hips at the priest. “Fuck me, Father! I need it! Please! Pound me! Give me that cock and make me moan!”“Kill him!” snarled Damien. “Rosa, Mary, rip him apart.”“But his cock, Sire,” Mary gasped, appearing beside the desk, her hand reaching to grab the dick.Samantha. After a while without a reply, I wondered if Jack had text message service on his phone. I was horny to feel him ejaculate in my mouth and get a good taste of his seed before swallowing. I decided to call him and was completely surprised when a gruff sounding African American voice answered the phone. All sorts of things went through my mind. Why was someone other than Jack answering? Had Jack lost his phone? Was his home being burglarized? Did Jack have some Black guys over and one guy. I didn't feel like he judged me for any of it. He keeps bringing me back to talking about my parents, but I don't see what he is getting at. He refuses to explain anything, just asks me endless questions and writes in his tablet. Sometimes I think I see where he is trying to lead me, but he is such a stone wall I can't tell if I've gotten there or not."I've got a family meeting of some kind scheduled for this afternoon. He wants to get things out in the open so we can talk about them. I don't. "Well, if we can help in any way..." Allan said hesitantly.Music to my ears. "As you've asked, Allan stay here, Rick go outside, round up the troops and form a line outside this room. You at the front." I smiled and they obeyed."Are you sure about this?" Allan asked once Rick had left."Well, I'm doing this, and I'd like you to be my first." I rolled over onto my front and wiggled my bunny tail at him. I felt like a different girl. "Are you going to undo me or what?"Allan joined me on the bed,.