His own torments, those inflicted on him on an irregular basis, were bad enough. They were echoed and amplified by the silent screams of the unmoving ...itnesses to his suffering.In the centre of the room, the altar waited. It was waiting for him, waiting for his blood. He could feel the hunger emanating from it. It had fed many times, judging by the stains covering its once-pristine marble surface. More stain than white, with stains covering stains, which covered yet other stains. Stone rings. Dammit if this doesn’t pay off.“Oh he’s um...” Frieda was answering and fidgeting and smiling. She definitely had a crush.“Cute?” Kirk raised a semi-serious eyebrow.“I mean, he could be like 30, right?” Frieda blushed when she asked that. That raised Kirk’s eyebrow in a serious manner. “Or 40? I dunno. Old.”“40’s old is it?” The forty eight year old man grabbed his daughter and they fought till they were both laughing.“Yeah, most people don’t get undead like you.” Frieda was overcoming the. My proxy father’s breath was hot on my pussy. Lips kissed the gossamer material covering my slit, my own wetness now adding to the stain on the thong. “You taste so sweet Fie.” “Do I James? Enjoy my sweet pussy then, take what you want from it.” I was gently turned around to face the bed, as she pushed me over the edge of her very high bed; my hips fitted comfortably across the corner of the mattress and my feet just touched the floor. A tongue explore my pussy, opening my labia and delving. Walking into the dressing room she stood in front of the large mirror admiring herself. She began strippimg down fully naked giving her tits a tight squeeze as she gave herself a naughty smile. Reaching down she she slid a her finger into her tight cunt noticing how wet she was and feeling horny she snapped a couple pics of her playing with herself. She slipped into her new lingerie checking to make sure her breast were held up just right. Spinning around to take a look of her ass giving it a.