I sure as Hell had to try.The rush was over and it was now time for me to use my brain. I figured that the best thing for me to do was to find a place...for me to spend the night and to eat supper. I put my tired horse in a decent looking livery stable and found out that I could eat supper at the brothel. They had a restaurant along with the usual bar, and the livery stable manager recommended their food. Why not? I had to visit the brothel before I could settle on a plan.I stashed my two extra. I don’t know why, but I have power now. Power to enact vengeance. I don't know how I got here, but I know exactly what I'll do. It's the only thing left to do. Then I can move on.I glide over the yard, cloaked in the darkness of the night. Everything is cold. The front door is nothing to me. Inside, their living room is beautiful. Expensive furniture, artwork, Christmas tree and decorations, mantle and fireplace, curving stairs off to the side leading up to where they sleep. I move silently up. It’s one thing to have the feelings she has, but another to tell so many people at once. Her parents really need to talk with her,” I said.We stopped at the first drop-off and ended up at the Lincoln Parking lot where Jeff and the Newman’s got off, as did Peter, who both left their cars at the school. He wanted Isabel to come with him, but she politely refused.The Evansville Central High School Event was one week away. We had plenty of music learned, but I planned on a rehearsal at Lincoln at. She squirmed anew as the current surged a little higher until, after twenty long seconds, it stopped. She was panting, her breath ragged and nostrils flaring. Even though the current had stopped, she kept squirming on the dildo, aroused, so hot she didn't care for anything except the orgasm about to burst through her loins. Her writhings took her forward again, and the weight touched down. This shock pushed her over the brink. She would not be denied. Head back, wailing into the gag, fingers.