The door slammed shut with a bang, then the sound of heavy boots on thetile floor came closer.I turned around, looking up at the leering face of my em...loyee."Please don't do this," I pleaded, tears beginning to run down my face.My pulse slammed in my ears like a rock concert drum solo. "I knowyou're not Roger, but please don't do this."The huge man, with a long-healed scar running across his chin, smiled.His teeth were white, but slightly uneven. The look in his eyes,however, was one of pure. Now, I was filled with as much guilt as I was filled with curious excitement of what it felt like to be intimate with her daughter. Then, as soon as I imagined that, I wondered what it felt like to be in bed with the both of them. I imagined Laura sitting on my face while Ellen blew me before switching places with Laura blowing me while her daughter sat on my face. Then, I imagined fucking Ellen while eating Laura before switching places with me eating Ellen while fucking Laura. Ah, the. Tom had then lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and kissed her ankle, still pumping in and out. He let his fingers glide up her leg and between her thighs before quickly locating her clit and beginning to trace rhythmic little circles on her delicate nub. Sarah squealed. Her pussy had clenched hard on his cock, leaking its juices down onto his balls. He sensed that she was beginning to come for the fifth time that night. Her breathing had become more rapid and her eyelids had begun to. Though I was now dressed against the night air in the drafty old house, my flesh crawled and my hair stood on end. A shadow passed over the window again, and I pulled the curtain aside and saw—There are no words for what I saw, and if there were you would curse me for teaching them to you. It was winged, of that I'm certain, and the fluttering of those awful membranes held it aloft under the window awning. But what to say of that figure to which the wings were attached? How can I tell you of.