Once she recovered, Cheryl pressed her head against the wall again. She heard the two laughing, talking, and kissing. She returned to bed dreaming abo...t what she had just experienced. Over the next few weeks, Cheryl kept finding herself listening to the wall, hoping to recreate the experience. She discovered that they kept a regular schedule. Every Saturday night between 10 and 10:30pm. Cheryl felt kind of wrong about eavesdropping on this couple, but couldn't resist. The couple was always. As a result, he was easily manipulated and seldom pleased anyone, despite his best and continuous efforts to do so. He'd developed few ideas, beliefs, or values of his own and had only a minimal self. Mostly, he was a reflection of what others thought, felt, believed, and valued or what he thought they thought, felt, believed, and valued. He was full of contradictions and as changeable as the wind. He'd left Samantha lying on the sidewalk, in the rain, with her mini-skirt bunched around her. Had I touched the circle or anything inside it. She was not accusing, simply very… afraid. I told her what had happened, as I suddenly could remember it all, and she started crying. Jack held her close, stumbling as his knee was hit. Christyne told me I had released Maghean, a demon they had summoned to kill Jennifer, the girl who caused Brianna’s premature birth. Jennifer had been trying to seduce Jack, saying that his wife was no longer attractive and he must be so frustrated. She had become. Then suddenly he draws himself out."Drop her down! Get 'er on 'er knees!"The rubber penis is removed from my mouth. I am quickly lowered, and forced to kneel. He grips my hair, pulls off the filthy condom, and aims himself at my mouth."Open your mouth slut!"I wail in protest, "Nooo, please don't... not in my mouth now!" Would you rather eat the condom, slut? Suck me off! Suck it!"I take half his length into my mouth. His pubic hair smells of my ass. I squeeze my eyes shut at the scent."Dinner.