“Are you sure you want to do this?”She looked at me and answered “YES! Keep going!”Then I asked “Even if all I want to do is use you for sex...” I already knew the answer.She answered “I don’t care”I said “Even after all that stuff Carly told you?”She said “Who cares about Carly, I want to do it!”I leaned forward and kissed her again. Then I started working my fingers hard between her legs. She let out little screams when I pushed a finger into her. She let out louder screams when I pushed two,. She just smiled and said nothing. This gave me some courage to just proceed for vulgar talks. We became quite close and I used to take sometimes lunch on Saturday’s and Sunday’s even with her husband. During these close moves I used to take some advantage of touching her smooth hands, bums accidentally but never had guts to touch her belly. One Saturday she was cleaning her house and requested for my help, that day I had very good looks of belly, belly button, clear view of her cleavage, wet. She writhed under the pressures forcing theirway closer. Effort wracked her slim form, she needed a rest. She broughtthe shield back towards herself, barely encompassing her tower. It wasmuch stronger here, but also much smaller. She knew they had defeatedher this time. It was time to make good her escape.Willow could not know that at the very moment she accessed her mirror,the Council had attacked. Her hand touched the mirror just as atremendous strike of lightning crashed into its top edge.. He was coming. She could feel him. Luciel gathered her power about her, and teleported inside the building. The emergency lighting shed a faint glow in the large atrium, casting grotesque shadows in the corners and around the scant furniture dotting the lobby. The last time she’d been here, everyone had fled in terror at the first sign of demonic possession. That sign still laid split in two, innards spilled in a dried pool of blood upon the shiny, grey, marble floor. Luciel wrinkled her nose.