Tony was not gentle as he dragged her up the stairs to the large open space that the gang used as their club room. In the room he held her at arm's le...gth and with a tight hold of her blond hair. Alisa grimaced in pain but said nothing. Tony ordered the filthy double mattress leaning against a wall be brought over and dumped on the floor. Then he flicked his arm and Alisa landed on the mattress on her back, her legs in the air. She wore no panties. Everyone stared at the narrow strip of blond. You continue to lightly stroke my rock hard cock as you suck two of your fingers into your mouth, getting them slippery. You press them against my ass and I do my best to relax my opening. Your fingers slide inside and after a few seconds of working them in and out in short strokes they are fully embedded. With each push in you feel my cock twitch in your other hand and hear a moan escape around my gag. You curl your two fingers and begin to work on my prostate; just barely reaching it. It. I felt him placing his hand below my head and another hand below my knees and lifting me. I just circled my arms around his neck and was cradled and carried. I then felt him placing me.. it was a soft mattress caressing my back. I opened my eyes I was in his bedroom. He then moved to switch the fan on and a small yellow lamp . He closed the bedroom door, opened the windows and also drawed the curtains open.I know now the time has arrived. There was a little fear, but as I just went thinking of. It took him three weeks to master a simple spell to light flames. Things changed one day, when he was doing his philosophy final. Writing the essay on existentialism, things finally clicked inside his head. He was free to do anything and, by his actions, create his identity. He could, for instance, get up, walk out, get on a train and go sit on a riverbank in Missouri and fish, if he felt like it. All he had to do was envision it, and then make it happen. Intent and action. And why would that.