Atleast with school out, I didn't have to worry about carrying it there.I said, "What now? We can't just react anymore. We need to startthinking of ...ome way to go after them." She said, "I have an idea, butfirst, we need to go somewhere and see if you're still any good withthat."That wasn't as hard as it might sound in "normal" America. We were inSW Colorado, in the four corners area. Their little coven had managedto come here, and even grow, in an area that was as remote and huge asthis. . ” I exhale. “I need you to fuck me! Now, Sir,” I pant. And with a groan he gives in, finally losing control. He growls and grabs my hips, pounding me hard and fast. It hurts, but it’s also blissful ecstasy, making me writhe and moan. He releases a stream a profanities, calling me not only his whore, along with other names, but tells me how he now owns my fuck-holes, how I’m all his to use and abuse at his will. I don’t protest. I want to be his, to be owned by him, used by him. I need it,. Her interest for art had somewhat dissipated after the recent events. Her thoughts were bouncing all over the place remembering details of her last two conversations. One short, one long. One powerful, the other a flirter’s dream. One orgasmic, the other kinky and equally enjoyable.---------------------------------She spent the last two hours of the exhibition lost in her recent memories. She was still day dreaming when a voice she recognized spoke from behind her again. This times Jake made. They found a bikeowned by a man who swore he didn't know anything about it. The platesmatched but that was all. They actually had the nerve to make it seem asif I had imagined it being a woman at all. They finally let the guy go,but as he got on the bike, I just knew somehow that he did know the woman.The officer taking my statement left for some reason and I was able to gethis name and phone number off the report.I tried calling by phone, but I lost my nerve when he answered. I had justhad.