“Ah, lapushka. I didn’t hear you get up.”“If she were an assassin, she could have slit your throat without you noticing,” said Aleks darkly....��There are worse ways to go than a clean cut and any assassin who would waste a trip through that storm on an old man is wasting his time,” Vil said dismissively. “Grab yourself a glass, Rada. You can only improve the conversation tonight.”Rada retrieved a glass and came to sit by the fire without a word. She’d sneaked a few sips of vodka before, but this. ”“No problem,” said Bob, standing aside. “But if I may ask, not like what? If you mean gay, neither am I. Perfectly straight but let me just say that a blowjob is a blowjob. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine some girl I’ve seen that day and sometimes I just watch my cock disappearing and reappearing until I blow my load.”My heart was pounding and all I wanted to do was get out of there but for some reason my feet were glued to the floor. I could hear the sound of oncoming orgasms from the. “No, please no” I beg as both nipples are tortured. “Don’t you like this” he says laughing, as he tugs hard on the chain. “Noooo!” I scream as the pain rips through me. I relax as he lets go. Then the buzz on my clit again. I clench my fists, as my body stiffens, then shakes; as I start to buck wildly, “ahhhh” I gasp.I lie there panting, disgusted with myself, with my body. Then he’s between my legs again. He slides his cock into me and starts to fuck me, slowly in and out. He unclips the. This particular church was noteworthy because it still had intact stained glass windows, despite being several hundred years old.The exact name of the church eludes me but I heard it was haunted by some sort of wailing spirit that drove everyone away. The village surrounding the church relocated and time wore it down to nothing. Only the church and its stained glass windows remained, or so the story goes.If that was true, I wanted to find it. An empty old church with pretty windows may seem.