Yes,” she said, twirling the revolver on her finger, then offering it to me. I holstered it, strode forward, then swept back the front of the crate ...o reveal the stolen painting. ‘Magnus’, Sally, Virginia and I all stood before the painting, taking a moment to admire it. Though admire might not quite be the right term. The image of the painting was that of a red robed figure striding across what at first appeared to be a silvery river. But the water was not in fact water. Nor was it metal. IT. "However, I don't suppose I should have expected much else, the way your protege here has been denying him. He was bursting."Janet listened, her mouth agape as they spoke of her husband. She could scarcely believe her lack of pain or concern for Paul or what had happened to him. Her glazed, drugged brain was too filled with her own starved and unsated passion, while her belly and loins ached in seething unfulfilled lust.Dear God! What now... now that she's come? I'm going out of my mind! My. ..", he says in a creepy professional sounding voice. my pussy flooding just listening to him. His strong hands snake down my stomach and spread my legs apart. I concentrate on trying to squeeze my thighs together, daring him too take me, struggling to clamp them shut as his big hands hold them wide open.I hear my own whimpering groans become more desperate as I feel his fingers tracing lightly up and down my exposed slit. I feel them quickly spread apart the lips of my pussy and then a sharp. Finally, I get a response, a choked “No.” He covers his face with his hands. “Omigod, no!! No, no, no!! I can’t stand this anymore!”As I watch dumbfounded, he grabs his genitals with one hand and stretches them out away from his body, while the blades on his other hand flash out.The moment I realize his intent, I am in front of him, both of my hands grappling with his arm but barely managing to hold him. “Logan, no!” I scream. Then I remember the word he said would always make him freeze,.