The wind carried more than just the scents of damnation. It carried the sounds as well. The whip-cracks, the crackle of flames, the anguished screams ...f the tormented, and the malevolent laughter of the devils. This last, the laughter like black and evil water, eddied around Celestina and touched her with the first cold brush of fear. Yet she was resolute. She had business here, had every right to be here as a representative of the heavenly powers. The matter of the corruption could not go. Or maybe it just finally came down to my uncontrollable want to take her. Whatever the reason or reasons when I got home that night I was pretty fixed on the fact that I was going to take my Mom, have my way with her, and let the cards fall where they may. I had been living back home for about three weeks and I was miserable. I moved out when I was seventeen, went to college, got a graduate degree, and then hit the job market. My timing couldn’t have been worse. Just when things should be. They met online, a sugar daddy site. He had contacted her first and been open about his situation from the beginning, what he was missing, and what he was looking for. She had been drawn to him from the start. They found time to meet, and she never regretted a thing.With his situation at home, they had limited opportunities to meet. When they did, it was always amazing. He made her cum over and over; she could tell what he was missing at home and happy to be the one to fill the void for him.She. His eyes were grayish-blue, his physique rippling with muscle. He wore slacks and a red buttoned-down shirt, the bottom of which was no longer tucked in. He had taken off his belt and his shoes as well. But instead of exuding relaxation and a sense of being content to be home, there was disappointment. Anger. "Where were you, bitch?" Please forgive this slave," Kitana said meekly. She didn't bother offering an excuse. It would only earn her more punishment. "Go into the living room." The girl.