Demie had been so happy with my performance fooling her mother that she had promised me whatever I wanted from her after I woke up from my nap, the na... having been necessitated by both demons sapping my energy from all the sex that morning.When I woke, Demie was in bed with me, all demon-y and naked. She grabbed my cock and it hardened immediately.As she stroked me she asked, “So ... any preferences? I could be Jessica Alba again...” She morphed into the star, but I shook my head. “That girl. ‘Superior eh?’ he thought to himself, ‘I’ll cut you, I’ll carve you, I’ll kill you but I’ll take my time!’ but this was not to be the one. ———————————————————- ————————————————————– The evening drew on, the skies darkened and the street lights screamed fake daylight. At night things changed, things which seemed benevolent in daylight took on a sinister aspect, night was when the dark and the dangerous walked the streets, owned the streets, the drunks and the thugs and the junkies and the. This was a White man who had been driving a small enclosed wagon. He was literally a traveling salesman, and I found that the contents of his wagon were undisturbed. Fortunately, I had learned to drive a horse and wagon while we still lived on the farm in Indiana, so all I needed was a suitable draft animal.The draft animal for the wagon was nowhere in sight, so I was willing to wager that it had been a mule. If so, it was undoubtedly what the Comanches had really wanted from the peddler, and. She flipped her wrist up to check the time. It was 2200 and time to goin. She unholstered her black pistol and chambered a round. The coldmetal felt good in her hand as she slowly rose from her knees. slowly,she stalked to the house like silent predator. The black pistol restedin both hands and she handled it like an expert markswoman. She aimed it at the house, and slowly walked up to the door. Stacycarefully slipped the weapon back in its holster hid it. Then, sheknocked on the door. She.