We'd met at a place in Manhattan calledthe Hell Fire Club. I'd just graduated college with my nursing degree. UncleSam's Army had funded my education....As a result, I had a five-year commitmentto patch up soldiers in whatever piss poor backwater the Army selected. During college I'd discovered that having a man between my legs slamminghis cock in my cunt didn't rock my world. Over time, I learned that pain wasthe additive I required to blow the searing hot wind of sexual satisfactionthrough my. She dropped her hands from my own, stood back a step and quickly looked down at my thrusting crotch. When her eyes, eventually, came back to my own, she asked in a near-whisper, "I think you have the dance steps down now David. But if you would like to continue to practice... ?"Another obvious leading question, her eyes wide and silently begging for more. My lips almost said what my mind was screaming to say - 'no' - instead I simply nodded in agreement, as if my mind was powerless to the brain. My sweet acting little angel sister was a horny, lusty girl. I kept looking. I found a pfv personal file video maybe? I opened the file. I found the mother load. I clicked on the video. She had been using her built in web cam. She did not show her face, but her little ankle tattoo showed once, it was her. She held a picture of some guy and laid back on her bed. She began fingering her pussy while looking at the picture. Her hand slowly rubbing herself inside her small panties. She felt her. Unknown to me at the time, but I was about to come face to face with my own destiny.Odd. There are no windows open. My first thought was that Jennifer, my handmaiden, had come in while I was in reverie. Accidentally leaving a window open when airing out the musty room. Looking around, however, I could see only closed windows. In fact, every window in the study was sealed. Incapable of being opened. So where was this chill coming from?The change in the way the fire crackled is what first alerted.