But eventually, he did fall asleep and did not remember anything until the bright light from the sun streamed in through the bedroom windows and woke ...im. He looked at the clock and saw it was ten am so he got up used the bathroom and got dressed. He went to the kitchen and started the coffee, wondering when Sally would return home.He got his coffee and sat in the living room when he got a text from Sally about an hour later that read, Good morning,Antonio wants to show me his house so we are. .fully and deeply in.She wasn’t crying now....She felt herself almost purring;loving the beautiful burning and feeling the shockwaves of his anal assault through into her still gushing cunt.He had moved them both slightly sideways and instead of the map she was leaning on glass.As his speed and force increased she raised her head and saw the people in the shop....looking at her.Three men and a laughing woman...laughing and pointing and making a “you wish” kind of face at one of the men.The. She leaned closer and closer, glass eyes staring at me. “Sven! Where are you?”“I can taste your fear,” she said. “It's so sweet. People think fear tastes sour, but they're so wrong. It's sweetest thing you can ever enjoy. But there are other ways to spice the meat, too.”Her body flowed, her mandibles pulled into her mouth. Her eyes became smaller, white scleras appearing, the fractured lenses becoming whole. Breasts blossomed as the waxy chitin vanished into silky skin. The knife-like limbs. She told herself it was wrong, but she would get wet when a handsome man paid attention to her and talked to her. She would hurry home, before anyone was there, after work to masturbate. She lived with her parents and as with many preachers and their families, never had enough money. She would ask forgiveness for her thoughts, but she would play with her pussy and pinch her nipples when alone and at night when everyone was sleeping.It was worse when she could hear her dad and mom fucking in.