‘Sammi, the Crimson King is a vampire.’ Sammi Glass laughed. And not just an ordinary laugh. One that came deep from her toes, rumbling upward and...parting her throat with wanton robustness. ‘Really, Jake. You must give Anne Rice a rest.’ ‘I’m not joking, Samantha!’ Jacob Whiting hissed, showing an emotional side that Sammi had never seen. ‘Surely you’ve heard of the legend. The Crimson King’s been around long before I got here and he’ll be here long after we’ve left.’ ‘Jake,’ Sammi leaned back. Then she stood up and flipped open her housecoat. Being as short as she was her small perky tits were right in my face as she stood before the chair. Mrs. Rodriquez leaned forward and pushed one her hard ruby nipples into my mouth. I swear it was for that one early moment like being an infant again. I latched onto that nipple and gave suck---it had the greatest taste to it.With her left hand she continued to tug on my cock as I licked and sucked on her nipples. She let out a small moan. "Well?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. Where do you start with something like this? I gave a sigh."Shawn, what's going on?" She gave me a level look."What do you mean, dad?" I mean upstairs just now, calling out for your dad while masturbating. And this," I pointed at her diary, "Spying on your mom and me. What is going on with you? Why are you doing this?" She looked down at the diary, and then looked me in the eye again."Because I want to fuck you, dad." What?" I don't think I expected. "You'll learn mine, and I, yours," he promised. Together they ghosted from hall to hall."I smell brimstone," she said, in the silent way, and McAllister nodded."Your nose is more sensitive than mine ... which way?" Down here," she said, and led him to a stout door.A moment's inspection, then, "There is that which you've called sorcery on this door," he observed. "On both sides, keeping the door shut." On both sides," she agreed. "Doesn't that make you wonder what's behind it?" Do you know," he.