Still sporting an incredible boner, I made my way to the edge of the pool and dived in. I was swimming about and enjoying the morning, trying to let m... cock deflate in the cool water. Suddenly I heard a voice,"Hey there young man!" Shit! it was Mrs. Cane peering over the fence! Had she seen me!? I quickly made my way over to the side of the pool, resting my arms on the pavement, trying to act casual. "Hi there Mrs. Cane" I said. Mrs. Cane was a woman in her early thirties whose husband ran off. Rather, they were elongated. An extra joint or two seemed to be positioned within them, giving them an eerie way of moving. The obsidian black shadow that was the fingernail on each appeared to be nearly an inch long – giving the individual wicked, raking claws to match any beast. And beneath the hood glowed two coal-bright pinpricks.Red eyes.I immediately sprang to my feet, drew my pistol, and discharged it. The bullet struck the wall behind the apparition and I felt a momentary tightening of. He moved to her side and gently massaged her breasts and then licked each of her hard nipples as his hands slowly moved down her stomach to her waistband of her purple lace panties.Gabriel moved his hand underneath her panties, going further down to her throbbing clit as he rubbed it gently in a circle. He then went down feeling her plump pussy lips, nice and warm, as he moved to her love canal feeling how tight, wet, and warm she was.He slowly eased his middle finger into as he kissed her. I go with it; I sit on him and kiss him. His hands drop to my thighs. My head is turned off and my body wins. How I want this, I want him. I take off my shirt and bra; his eyes glare at my breasts. As his hands continue to explore, I push my breasts into his face. He takes hold of my nipple and bites it gently. Then he stops, takes my hand, and takes me to the bedroom. He asks if everything is still in the same place and I nod at him. He takes the shackles he gave as a present and ties my hands.