Sometimes it slips. The control I mean. Then I have to force the monster back inside me. I don't let it run wild. But...Once I did. I not only called ...t forth, I howled with it as it gleefully ran amuck. And, what frightens me, what causes me to spend nights on my knees praying for forgiveness, is that even now, I'm not sorry I did.(Ireland, 1649)I could smell the smoke long before I could see the flames. I ran, ran as I had been doing since I had awoke and freed myself from the collapsed vault. Up the road and into the bungalow estate at the top of the hill on the right, she drove into the drive and stopped, took the key out of the ignition and looked at me, her grey eyes searching my face. 'Grab the bags and we'll go in the back door.' I carried her shopping in to the kitchen for her, the place smelled clean and looked very tidy, I placed the bags on the counter and got under foot being helpful but more hindering the over all effort. As the last item was put away I reached for Karen. She grabbed his hand and forced it deeper into her as she climbed perilously close to the edge. "Please, Master, please! I, I, OHHHHFUCCK!!" she screamed as she erupted in a wonderful orgasm. She grabbed the armrest of the door crushing it in her hand as she held his hand inside her. He wiggled and twisted his fingers inside her, driving her further into madness as her orgasm washed over her. She tossed her head back and forth as her swirling mind flashed and sparkled with the hurricane of. "Chelle? You aren't trying to come up with something sneaky in that devious little brain of yours are you?" As if she'd tell him if she were."Only thing in my devious little brain is how good that shower is going to feel, and how long it takes to use up all your hot water." She tried to laugh. "It would do you good to get a cold shower."He definitely knew something was up. But she wasn't talking. This was going to take some sneakiness of his own. He'd have to come through the back door."You and.