You drink down to the last delicious tear of blood.The night is over and you should leave. Your tiny flat is too far away to linger long. At this hour... there is nothing the pianist can do for those still awake.Yet, a shiver springs from your spine. In the air, you feel the soft caress of velvet on bare skin. A dress is brushed off delicate shoulders, you hear it slip to the floor in a whisper. A soft stride of kisses and tongues searching for each other. The crawl of a hand between offered. Cumm...make...cum."Mary screamed as her mind was torn between pleasure, rage, and terror."Pleaassee....pleassee....change...us....back," she cried, even as herhand continued to furiously pump the toy up and down her clit."I will leave that up to you," Serena said matter of factly, "I am goingto give you the ability to cum. If you can stop yourself from cumming,then you and your father will return back to normal."Serena snapped her fingers and watched as Mary struggled with the urgesinside her. .. evaluating her options.”The man blinked when I named two of the labels that often paid him a little extra on the side for inside information or to keep certain information quiet.I gave him a smirk and a raised eyebrow.“That’s something else we’re doing during Liz’s downtime,” I noted. “We’re looking into the people that continually look into Liz. We’re determining who can be trusted and who is to be ... minimized. Guess where you land?”The man gulped slightly and looked away but I continued. .. He was my best friend's father. I first found myself attracted to Mr. Patterson when I was eighteen. Due to his career, he was always away on business trips, leaving his daughter, my best friend Louisa (also my age) alone. So I would often stay at her house to keep her company. One day Mr. Patterson came home early from work while I was alone in his house, Louisa had gone out to get some groceries. I was terribly upset over an argument I had with another friend of mine so he comforted me and.