Moving back towards her, he didn’t hide his true colours this time, his fury showing in the dangerous red of his eyes, his fangs protruding over his...lower lip, desperate to torture. Grabbing hold of Aphrodite’s wrists, she sat there expressionless as he forced her arms over her head, holding them against the concrete behind her. Shifting position so he had both wrists in one hand, red marks already appearing on her sensitive skin, his other hand gripped her breast tight, he leant his head in to. When I returned and she saw the oil, she went to get a spare bed sheet. She knew what I was up to. When she returned, she laid the sheet out on the sofa to protect it from the oil, then she laid down on it, prone. Erica reached up and pulled her hair up to keep it off her back and keep it out of the oil. I pulled the ottoman over to sit on and positioned myself for good access to her sweet body. She had pulled her socks off, but had left her cotton bikini undies on. Just teasing me, I figured.. Once the box had been properly recycled, the helmet roughly fitted so to give Lauren the illusion of a correct fit, Lauren was off to the library with an anticipatory sense of urgency. Lauren’s earliest memories were of looking at books. It didn’t matter what they were: books with pictures, mechanics magazines left by her older brothers, the cookbooks her mother had on a shelf and never opened, and books without pictures. When she discovered to herself she could read, she proudly toddled over. Nice to meet you, yeah, that looks heavy!" It wasn't much more than a week that had gone by when I started hearing them upstairs. Sometimes stomping, fighting, or partying. I could hear them have sex. Her high pitched moans and squeals in unison with the bed frame banging against the wall. They were loud I thought... but they didn't last long. I would wonder what position they were in or if he'd even take the time to actually please her. I thought about how much better off she would be in my.