Rick unfolded his arms and made to rise from his desk, as he did his hand fell on the little cardboard box beside him. He looked at it wonderingly, ha...ing forgotten it was there. Slowly he raised the lid peering inside and then lightly stroked the small bits of paper there. He shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat. How he ached to play out each and every explicit want written on these little bits of paper. Quickly, he closed the lid and grabbed the box. Walking around his desk he stashed it. She was pushing back on him now, taking nearly all. He grabbed her hips and pushed the rest into her. She let out a muffled scream, still eating my pussy, and Daddy continued fucking her hard. I could hear his balls slapping her clit.After a few minutes she started to shake and raised her head. I knew she was cuming. Daddy could obviously sense her pending orgasm and continued banging her young pussy. Her legs were quivering more an more and, losing control of her body, she fell onto my chest. Gods...stripped of even the hope of heaven.Cas had managed to find the altar even as his vision faded. He could lookupon her sleeping form once again. She was the type of beauty that poetsdreamed of, and the priests preached upon. Even dead upon a gilded altar,she was at least a sign that the gods existed, even if they had damnedhim. His heart seemed to be faltering...the beats slowing as they gaveout. He had this at least. In his last moments, he would steel this lasttrue vision of heavenly. We tried not to call them coffins, but it was pretty hard not to draw the parallels. I wasn’t a fan of sleeping in one but they were a good way of blocking out the light or traveling without being bothered.Kayla lasted exactly thirty minutes in a spare box I had before breaking out into a full blown panic attack. She spent the first day covered in a blanket with my arms wrapped around her while she tried to get some sleep. The next day I went out and bought wood and paint to cover over the.