I spent weeks in that attic. Going through all of the trunks, looking through all of the albums. I got to know his family very well through letters an... clippings I found. But, most of all, I discovered myself falling in love with Simon and his parents. And more and more convinced that Simon’s was not the only murder that Jeff had committed. But I could find no evidence of his hatred in that attic – something that, deep down, I had known all along. After all, he had all of those years to destroy. He still wanted to force his Maker to expose herself, but now, even more, he wanted war. He was weary of hiding in the shadows, tired of limiting his feeding to the weak and poor and morally bankrupt. He relished the thought of combat with enemies who knew what he was. For so long his existence had lacked challenge.His thoughts were interrupted by a soft contralto voice. "I assume that it is no coincidence that you are in my city?"Startled, he spun around to stare at the diminutive Asian woman. " You can tell yourself what you like."The conversation went on, and was clearly getting nowhere. She said therewas someone I should meet. A doctor. He was a hypnotist as well. Colettesaid she wanted me to be hypnotised, maybe to go back through someprevious lives. I said I didn't believe in all that rubbish."Then all you'll be wasting is your time. Trust me. I think you mightfind out something that will put all this in place."In the end, I agreed. I didn't have a lot else to do. I didn't. His strokes are easy, taking his time. I try to push back and encourage his pace but the weights pull and cause me pain. He pulls all the way out of me, then slowly enters me again. Each time he does that, I get a rush of pleasure. He grabs my hips hard, spanking them. This keeps my ass red but he increases his pace. Each time coming all the way out of me then plunging back in deep.I cum with a rush of endorphins. Raul feels my pussy pulsing, milking his cock. This it too much for him, he pulls.