As she bucked on his spurting cock her long legs flailing out her toe hit something. Something high up on the table, a switch, or dial? The effect was...instant. The battery charge cranked up pumping intense voltage along the wires into Debbie’s clit and tits. She screamed! Hendricks orgasmic delight inside the wailing hot brunette lasted moments before his cock felt like it had been dipped in lava. As he stood and Debbie hung suspended, like a lighting rod his cock drew the power into his. It was really wild and arousing when we used the above things and fucked like animals. She was also the only woman with whom I tried all the positions and was very happy about it.She was the woman who taught me wild things and also the one who gave a blow-job like a professional. She got married and has a kid now. I knew her husband was great in bed by looking at her smile or rather she made it interesting with him. We do text sometimes.When we text we both still had the urge to fuck but we. The drawers below contained bras and undergarments of basic styles, but I guarantee they were nothing mom would wear.“These were handpicked by Meister Krause. They are marked by the day of the week. This you wear to dinner,” she instructed. It was said more like a command, not a suggestion.She opened the next wardrobe and it was filled with daywear. I noticed there were not any pants sets. They were all casual dresses and light weight wraps. The drawers below were also filled with undergarments. There were individual scents but no people scents, nothing whatsoever that would tell me who had been there. Considering this was a Demon's domain, it should have smelled like Demons and whatever their prey was. But even in the "sitting area", there had been no identifying scents of any kind.I don't like this, I thought, echoing Marcus's earlier sentiment.Behind yet another bloodstained screen, we found a steel door, unlocked like the main door had been, leading down a dark hall. Small.