It is great to hear from you and I am very interested in spending some time with you. Here is my cell phone number. Give me a call and let's talk ab...ut it. Here is my picture. Jake. 760-555-1234." Jake sent a picture of him in his speedo swimsuit standing on the beach with his surfboard. "Hi Jake, I really like your picture. I watch the surfers down on the beach and I have seen you down there. I admired you when I first saw you on the beach. Here is my picture. I'll call you tomorrow. "FUCK!"I could hear the cane tapping her leather boot, not impatiently."Please don't stop now." She said.I turned. She had her hand on her clit and her face was flushed. She looked as if she was just about to cum. The room was suddenly filled with sex and the pain started to turn into something else."Three." I croaked and prepared myself.Swish CRACK!"FUCK FUCK FUCK! FOUR!" I yelled it now, writhing from the pain.Swish CRACK!"FIVE!" I curled up in a ball on the couch.Five lines of fire on my. Maybe."Chloe took out her phone and called her aunt. They talked."She thinks this is maybe a good thing," Chloe said after she'd hung up."Oh?" Well – I guess she has some witches hanging around near his house, and if he comes out after us, and they can be sure he'll be gone for a while, they're gonna go in to get your blood." Really?" Yeah. So, if he shows up, try to stall him."I looked out the windows and wondered by what manner Mr. Woodhouse would show up. Would he come at us before the bus. Her embarrassingly large ass cheeks wobbled as she walked. She was so skinny and underfed that all of her ribs showed and her skin appeared to slump off of her gaunt face. It looked like more than half of her weight was in her ass. The skin on her back hadn't fully healed since her wings were sawed off, leaving angry little stumps on her shoulder blades that seemed to throb as she moved. When she finally got to the sink she fell over flat on her face in front of it and vomited pure cum and bile.