I ask William where he wants to eat: Bed or table? Bed, of course! We move our plates, cutlery and napkins to the middle of the bed. We place our drin...s on one of the bedside tables and sit down gingerly, next to our meals. We spend the next hour eating and talking. Naked. We talk about the weather, politics, gun control, books, movies. William shares his bacon cheeseburger with me, I share my shrimp with him. I accidently spill cocktail sauce on my breast. William is forced to clean it up. He sat in the back of the room stroking his cock as she worked her mouth over me. I began to feel that pressure building up telling me that I was getting close to cumming down her throat. So I grabbed her and pulled her up off of her knees and threw her down over the arm of the couch next to the door. Seeing my hand print bruises on her lily white skin turned me on in a way that I had never fully understood at the time. This time, instead of stopping and testing to see if I would hurt her, I. .. what?It was gone, in its place an odd puff of white particles. It had been right there, he had seen it, it couldn’t have slipped away in the time it had taken him to fire. Could it have been some kind of decoy? No, impossible, this was an animal, it couldn’t be so sophisticated. Could it?He heard something behind him, and turned. Something hit him hard, and fast, and he fell to the ground, the rifle knocked from his hands. He scrambled as the massive creature loomed over him, its knife-like. He also noticed that the phone in the kitchen had been ripped off the wall.For those first four days, she hadn't spoken to him, or even acknowledged his existence, she just stayed in the guest room with the door shut and locked. Each night when he returned home from work, he would sit outside the door talking to her, begging her for her forgiveness. By Tuesday, he had confessed to everything, including his infidelity with Megan. Lisa didn't respond at all she just sat in there silently in the.