I thought shemust be in her mid-thirties and she was stunningly beautiful, but thereseemed to be a hint of steel behind that face. "Where is your frie...d, ma'am?" I asked her. "Oh, through here. Please, call me Susan." I followed her to the back of the house to a fair sized diningroom. It had been decorated in a mock medieval style and had some woodenbeams rising from the floor, pretending to support the roof. It was toone of these beams that Susan's friend had been handcuffed. I got a big. He stopped and read the first line, “I’m getting old because I haven’t died.” The line made him laugh, and he continued reading what he had written. When he got down to another line, he felt tears coming to his eyes, a burning ache when he read his words. “And when I think of love, getting older doesn’t make the longing go away. It’s just the thought of a lover’s skin doesn’t fade that easily and comes back like a waking dream late at night. When he finished the poem, reading it over several. After about six or seven inches are inside me, he slowly pulls back out all the way, then pushes it back in again. This time, he gets about eight inches in me and stops. He says “Mom, I hit bottom. I don’t think you can take all ten inches of it tonight.” I reply “Don’t tease me Tommy! Keep pushing harder until you get it all the way in!” With one more thrust of his hips his cock is all the way in. I lay back on the pillow, then, Tommy leans over me and supports himself on his elbows while we. I've always enjoyedwatching your kind suffer, and you will be especially delightful becauseas strong as your Gift is, it can't beat mine. You can control bodies,but I can control hearts - and my influence lingers far more potentlythan yours. I'm sure little Lilie proved that well enough," He chuckledin self satisfaction.Run. The rush of adrenaline of the situation rekindled Linn's oldinstincts and every fiber of her being wanted to escape. If he had hisway with her, she would likely be.