"Damon pumped the shotgun, loading a shell. "I'm not going to ask twice," he warned.Sharon swallowed. "We were just coming down here to fuck." I don't...think so," said Damon coldly. He started to raise the barrel of the shotgun up towards them."Oh shit," whispered Danny.There was suddenly a noise, like a rush of wind, and the shotgun was clattering to pavement. A hand appeared on the side of Damon's head, then a splatter of red as Anita sunk her teeth into the vampire hunters throat, ripping it. I belong to her. She is my Goddess. She is my master. I adore her. I admire her. I lick, lap, slurp up her cunt juice. I drink her piss. I lick her body. I lick her arm pits. I wash her ass hole with soap and water and then lick her ass hole inserting my tongue deep into her ass hole and she enjoys it immensely. Then after applying body cream, I fuck her ass. I fucked slowly at first because I was concerned about the pain I might be causing his mother, but mother encouraged me; which made me to. I knew before I opened the message who it would be from and what it was likely to say; we'd been playing this game for weeks now, teasing back and forth. We both had long term partners, and he was married, so flirting at the office was as far as it had gone until now. But instead of the usual flirty text I was expecting, I found myself looking down at a picture of the man who'd played the leading role in all of my fantasies and day dreams recently. In the picture he wasn't dressed in a suit as. We walked in silence to the end of the driveway the entire time my mind was racing and I was glad it was so dark so she could not see what was happening in my pants.We got to the box and she retrieved her mail and we started to walk back and she reached out and took my hand. We walked a few steps and she let go of my hand and put her arm around me and said “I liked it better this way” so I wrapped my arm around her and I pulled her tight to me, she gave a little sigh and gripped me tightly.