Anne struggled and tried to articulate, but only managed to get more of his piss on her tongue and feel the strength of those who were holding her dow....At last, his bladder vented, he knelt astride her body, knees either side of her, his cock still hanging out of the blue suit. She turned to stare defiantly at him, then, wished she hadn’t. His tongue stuck out of the mouth hole of the balaclava, it seemed more obscene than his cock had. But, that wasn’t the problem. A hunting knife had been. Her breasts were perfectly rounded under the bikini bra and her hips matched her breasts both in roundness and perfectness. I felt like a cartoon character going, “Homina homina homina…” This was NOT my normal behavior. I somehow regained the use of my major motor functions, and approached her. As I came up next to her, I asked, “Everything all right?” She smiled and replied, “Oh, sure. It’s just all… so…” “New?” I asked. “Yes, that’s it,” she said. She let out a breath as if she had been. The fangs, the blood, the deep-seeded hatred of God, it all fits.’ ‘That’s it?’ asked Harker. Reggie hesitated for a moment. ‘No . . . a month ago I was writing about the Jack Richards disappearance when I was attacked . . . and bitten.’ ‘Bitten?’ Reggie pulled the collar of his shirt away from his shoulder to reveal a bloody bandage. He pulled the bandage away to reveal two quarter inch punctures less than an inch apart. The wounds looked fresh, bloody. The skin around the wounds is swollen. Despite the inner conflict, he turned and looked her straight in the eye.“Umm, Meg? You don’t mind? I mean, if I see you naked? I think I’d like that . . . sort of”. He had a tough time getting those words formed in his head, and they came out more as a squeak than a statement. Meg advanced to where John was standing, presenting him with a complete panorama of her nakedness. God, she wanted to wrap her arms around this man, hold him, and kiss him so hard that his jaw cracked. She wanted to feel.