Poor Sally. She is a lovely girl but a little highly strung. Her cum hit the back of my mouth before I’d had an inkling she was close, making me cou...h violently and fall sideways. In the process, she’d toppled over backwards landing in a cramped heap on the wall side of the bed, displaying her beautiful suspender outlined posterior to the startled onlookers. If that wasn’t bad enough, the butt plug that had miraculously stayed in place, decided at that very moment to break free and shoot across. “When did you get home?” She asked.“Oh, just a little while ago.” I said dismissively, not wanting her to know that it had been hours.“Did you have a fun trip?”“Yeah, not bad.”“How many college girls did you fuck?” Cassie called out.“Three.” I called back.“Man, slow night. I’m disappointed.” Cassie replied with a laugh.Olivia’s messaging began that night once she knew I had returned. Over the course of the evening, the content of her messages changed from intrigue to concern. I presume at some. I felt some sharp pains on my left side, in my arm and leg, and I felt something warm and liquid on my face. I brought my left hand up, which hurt a lot, but was working, and touched my face, to feel something hot and sticky. Ahmed looked at me with horror and began screaming for a doctor. I looked at my hand and it was covered with blood. Great! I’d caught a piece of something. Then the most ridiculous thought came to me. For years I had been correcting people who called my bad knee a ‘wound’. An additional turnip in her assand daikon radish in her vagina. Jessica needed to recover from her ordealas a "model."The wave of knowledge that hit Jessica was overwhelming. Every sculpturein this estate had been someone?s life force harvested to prolong the evilWitch?s life that was plotting against Jessica. She now possessed thememories of each individual, Laura had claimed.Somehow She had performed strong magic that had protected her. At death?sdoor, Jessica has emerged triumphant. Jacob is.