“Woah, I must have really been out of it!” I groaned, making Jamie laugh and nod as she bounced up and down on my cock.“Well, I plied you with q...ite a few Long Island teas, baby, but all in a good cause. You felt no pain and we’ve kinda been enjoying your body while you slept. Kissing, licking, sponge-bathing, rubbing you, feeling you up, snuggling up with you, riding you, too, hon. So we fucked you in your sleep, dear. So sue us! We had to have you!” Jamie’s eyes danced with mischief as she. At the same time he felt as though he knew the man. “ Hello Conner. Yes you do know me, before you ask. Everybody does. I am the embodiment of humanities fears and malice… any guesses?” The man looked right at Conner, his eyes molten gold irises in blood red pools. His voice was sickly sweet, the smell of death and honey. But Conner didn’t feel scared. He was pissed.“ That’s just fucking awesome. The Devil appears to rip my soul from my body on the worst day of my fucking life. You know what. They were just shadows of what once was, nothing of substance. I wish I could remember the voice clearly that spoke softly into my ear in that moment. I know without a doubt it was his but the passing year has dulled it ‘s clarity. Only three words he spoke and I held on to them in the darkness every night since. ‘I am here.’ He whispered. The sun had dried my tears and the Beltaine festival was over. Too late he had made his presence known and I walked home alone that morning. I had vowed to. ”Olivia could feel the officer’s fingers make their way down to her womanhood. Suddenly she felt a finger being inserted slowly into her and she let out a muffled moan. This was so degrading, she kept thinking. She tried not to think about it but the officer’s slow movements actually felt good. After a moment she removed her hand.“Turn around for me.”Olivia did as told.“Open your mouth, wide.”As Olivia opened her mouth, the officer pulled out a small flashlight from her pocket and started.