.. ohhhh, you beast... You animal!" she sobbed.He slapped her again, this time more softly than before while his knees spread her legs farther apart."...onna get me some cuntmeat now. And man, I'm real hungry for it," he muttered.Barbara felt him draw back, felt his fingers fumbling with her Levi's. She beat at him with her clenched fists, shoved her ass down hard against the floor. But it was useless. Brad only laughed at her attempts of escape. Opening her jeans, tugging them off her flailing. Hips were narrow and breasts were nearly nonexistent. I often wondered why she bothered to wear a bra. Her demeanor on first meeting struck most as cold and indifferent, stern even. I sometimes teased her that she missed her “calling” as a librarianI didn’t read too much into the visit. She had caught up her work with the others out. I welcomed the distraction. We talked a little and she asked about what I was working on. I guess I went on too much about all I dumped on me and she got up and. “Benjamin is on his way,” Rowenna added.“Let us begin then. Dorry, you observe. Morgana, you and I will form the weave and John, you get ready for the trigger event,” Simone ordered.The weave that Simone and Morgana formed was both subtle and compelling as it slowly stripped away the layers Peter had used to protect himself. Layers that I (and Morgana) hadn’t even suspected existed. Finally I began to see some mental agitation and Simone and Morgana fixed their attention on this, causing Peter. I asked, “Do you like to walk or run?”She was a little surprised. “I enjoy both. I like to walk and look at nature. For exercise, I run. I used to run cross country when I was in school.”I chuckled. “I like to walk, too. I don’t run much now though I did some distance running in high school and early college. I also hunt and fish when there’s time. Actually, I have more time since I finally finished school and don’t work a part-time job in addition to class and study time. It’s nice to just.