Memories of Angela, and the way she and Jeremiah had tortured him, felt like hot pokers being dragged down his spine. This curse, lurking in his heart... waiting to pounce, was almost too insane to believe.But it was real, and it wasn’t going away.~~Damien~~“Hey Damien!”Damien got up from his seat on the roof, and walked over to the fire escape on the side of the building. He held out his hand, and Fiona took it, pulling herself up and joining him.“Hey.”“What’re we doing up ‘ere?”“Wanted to. I stood there naked. I never prided my self on being exceptionally large and, right now my meager member was trying to hide by withdrawing back inside. I thought I was limp but I actually felt my penis shrink.Three girls appeared from the sides of the stage. They danced around me with little flowered bowls and brushes. As they danced, they used the brushes to paint my body with some sort of foam. Using short dabs and long bold strokes they slowly covered everything below my neck. The foam was. . She had to think he was a world class nut case. He dragged a few calming breaths into his lungs. Maybe that was for the best. He really didn’t think he could pull off the role of best friend to the grieving widow. Starting the car, he made his way home to crawl into bed, hoping that the safety of sleep would give him a brief respite, not that it usually did. He didn’t know why he expected anything different now. ~~~~~~ Kara stared at the ceiling. It looked exactly the same as it had for the. His cum was bitter and pungent. As he brushed his fingers on her tongue and the inside of her cheek, she gasped and swallowed several times, his rich jism coursing down her throat. Another first for her. She skimmed her lips with her tongue, swiping away the musty film. After a moment, Tyrone undid her bindings then sat back, legs crossed. Rubbing her wrists, Jenna watched him, as he closed his eyes and breathed. He looked balanced, satisfied, and satiated -- a handsome figure of discipline in.