Ginny offered no resistance; she had learned her lesson, and she couldn't afford to enrage him any more than he already was.He pulled her head toward ...is brushy loins, smashing her face flat against his limp cock."Mmmmmmffff..." She could barely open her mouth to speak, as he held her crushed against his prick, her lips touching the smooth rubbery head of his manhood.Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty tanginess of his prick crammed against her quivering lips; she'd never. It hadn’t snowed in over a week but the temperature was down to the single digits and he silently cursed his nicotine addiction as he slowly froze to death. The two women next to him were from Sharon’s department but he wasn’t thinking about that now. He just wanted to finish his smoke and go back inside before frostbite claimed some of his fingers. They had been chatting about the different people they worked with and Darren only caught bits and pieces of their conversation. His mind was on. Where was the voice coming from? Within the possessed man? Was this the voice of Satan himself, that the man’s father, Lord Albury, despaired of only the day before yesterday? The two weary servants look terrified being in the same room as the man who had raved safely beyond the locked door all night.Just then, Mistress Durnley and the Vicar enter the room, followed by female servants carrying bowls, jugs of steaming water, towels and clothes.The door is locked behind them, with the two male. This was no spur of the moment endeavor. He'd planned this for... I stood with my mouth agape as my brain just overloaded. ...Fucking hell, who knows how long he planned all this. My brain whirled around in circles, out of control. Bailey continued to undress my unresisting body, and then, when I was naked, positioned me on my back in the middle of the big Tempur-pedic bed. The bedroom was dark, quiet, and restful. Angel tenderly kissed my face, cooing softly as she tucked herself under my arm..