Even after all this time and all the changes I'd been through, I felt myheart give the same familiar stutter and flutter it always did whenever Iset e...es on her. She was pretty, no one could deny that; but to me, Wendywas more than just pretty, more than just beautiful. Even where shedeparted from the conventional standards of beauty (which wasn't often),especially when she departed from them, she was without question the mostdesirable woman I'd ever known. She was, if one existed, the only. I concluded that, for whatever reason this had come about, I was okay with it. No, I was actually happy. Happy for the first time since Lisa had been diagnosed, and I would be content, no matter where Kelly and I went from here.I shut the water off, and dried my hands. I snorted to myself, as I realized how carefully I'd re-hung the hand towel. Lisa had trained me well. With one more glance in the mirror, I went back out to find Kelly.She was over by the kitchen sink, and when she saw me, she. Kuna put her hands together and took adeep breath. "Have you wondered why the Spirit Guard are cheerleaders?"Rob held his fingers close together. "Just a little." Angela, when she fought her first monster, didn't know what wouldhappen. Frankly, neither did I. I had never dealt with artifacts of theEmpathic Empire before. Angela described the feeling her Spirit Stickasking her questions on a subconscious level. The questions came toofast and too, for the lack of a better word, subliminally for. One man even wiped himself on her hair when he had finished in her ass and Paula could smell the mixture of cum and sweat and blood and ass juices. Eventually the men stopped coming and Paula began to hope that her ordeal was over.The respite was brief. Four men entered, followed by two more. Paula was blindfolded and although, unable to see, she could hear the grunting that suggested that Tim was being gagged again. “There she is. You know what to do ?”“Yup”“How Long”“Couple of hours at.