“Which would you have me destroy first, your mother or your companion?”“Neither,” she snarls. “I am taking both with me when I leave here.�...The demon sniggers. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way. You are certainly stronger than your mother, with just as much fight, but you are not stronger than me.”“I will give my life to save them then,” she quickly counters.“You may certainly do so,” he admits the truth. “However, it will do you no good. In the end you will perish and I will still have my. I had Christine exactly where I wanted her, and there was no way I was going to let her get away with just a quick grope in the back seat of my Yukon.I pulled my hand away from Christine's stomach and stopped kissing her, withdrawing several inches so I could look into her eyes."Maybe this isn't such a good idea," I said. I reached toward the console between the front seats, opened it and retrieved my cell phone. Still close enough that I could smell the beer and mint on her breath as it puffed. “My pants are getting in the way. Brian, can you help me remove them!” I couldn’t believe what I heard, but it was like I expected her to say it. I walked right over to her and wrapped my hands around her waist and inner thigh. The back of my hand felt her vibrator, her curly hair and her pussy lip. My outer hand slid down around her hip and ass, while the spandex bunched up against my pinkie and ring fingers. A tanning sticker had left a small playboy bunny on her thigh. I reached her foot and. "You're lying. That son of a bitch Bradford did something do you, didn't he? Did he use the whip on you?" The whip?"A cold wind blew across the young girl's naked body then, causing her tits to bob slightly. She felt gooseflesh springing up, all over the whitely sloping cones of her jugs. But Debbie wasn't positive if it came from the cold air or the knowledge of what Bradford could have done to her.A whip!"Yeah, that motherfucker enjoys the S&M bit. He didn't use it on you, I don't suppose.".