I had arrived at Jen's house as Tom her brother. Now, I was in a yellowblouse with many frills and ankle-length purple skirt with many heavypetticoats... a heavily painted face, wearing a blonde wig and one-inchblock heels, I was to play the Ugly Sister. Jen was Cinderella.Stella laughed. "I have done many makeovers on women and a few men. Allwanted to look beautiful. Nobody asked me to make them look ugly. But Ithink I failed. You look like an overdone tramp, but definitely notugly. You are. He is secretly thankful that none of them were cursed as he was, none of them given the blood. He thinks of Caine, slayer of his brother Abel, who was cast out from the Garden and marked by G-d as betrayer. You look on him sadly, thinking ‘If only you knew, boy…’ You are overwhelmed by sadness, by sorrow, and beneath it all the rage continues to boil. You look around the room, seeking the False Priest, praying to yourself for forgiveness for what you intend to do. It is not for you to judge,. Only touching the sides and lightly touching the lips he puts me out of my mind and lets my body do the work. He sticks each index finger into my very wet hole. A sharp bite on my neck and a quick thrust of his index and middle finger my mind goes blank. My body takes over and I have no way to saying no. My body starts to move with a mind of its own. My hips rock back and forth trying to take more of his thick fingers into my pussy. Both men get more aggressive and an orgasm moves through my. Keep begging, bitch, it only makes me dick harder, he says as he pumps his cock a little faster, slowly rising to full mast and eager for what was to come. Now get up. I cant, please let me go. I just want to go home. I said you can go when I got what I wanted. You got what you wanted! Do not tell me what I got, you stupid bitch. I have only just begun. Now stand up. Do not make me tell you again. His words were harsh but she does not move. Shes not sure she can stand at this point and she just.