.for a moment. She felt power, control and sheer sex-driven dominance. She ripped off the last tatters of her clothes and watched a beautiful warrior ...tand proud, naked and mean. Tiffany felt like she could take over the world, if she didn’t fuck it first. Speaking of which. She turned and saw, on her smaller mirror, the name and address of her next fuck boy. Except, no. She wasn't going to find him. She was going to bring him to her, and them. She made some calls. The first guy, Chris, sounded. We only had 2 neighbors: one was a married couple in their late 50s. The other couple was a bit more peculiar. Well, the wife was pretty nice, but we rarely saw her. Her husband, Darnell, we saw a bit too often. He was a strange guy. He was in his early 50s and had been in the Army. He was about 6'4, muscular but lean and still in pretty good shape. He was often out in his backyard, which was separated from ours along that stretch with a 6' wood privacy fence. The back part of our fence was. I wanted to sip it, and savor it, discover its overtones and aftertastes." So what was your fuck last night? Wine or water?" Flat Seven-Up!" she snorted. "We went to my place after dinner. I wanted him to wear a condom, but he bitched about it. He swore he was clean, but I didn't believe him, so I insisted. Anyway, we fucked, and he was like 'Let me take it off. Let me really feel you, ' and like that. I was almost cumming when he came; I was that close! And when he took the rubber off, I could. His new job didn’t start for another week, and Nahash wasn’t around to hang out with him. Might as well get some food cooking and see if he couldn’t make some progress in his videogame of choice.The sun was getting low in the sky when Ryan was interrupted, a frigid cold falling over the room. He set his controller down, shutting off the TV, his heart swelling with excitement as he waited for Nahash to appear.Something was different this time. It felt wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly.