Banked embers flared to life and we started exploring with more excitement, clothing disappearing as the pillows had. Steve pulled me on top of him t... sprawl lazily. Framing his face, I placed butterfly kisses over his lashes, his nose, cheeks and mouth. Then I started nibbling the bottom of his ear, as I moved against him sinuously, showing him without words how damp and ready I was. Steve’s erectness was dancing against me as well, becoming dampened by my rising passions. Sliding back and. You wanted to know who I had been talking to, but I ignored your questions. I got back and started to lick you again. Soon you were soaking wet and on the edge of cuming. All of a sudden I stopped, got off the bed and left the room. You were so fucking horny that you were laying blind and begging me to come back and finish what I had started.You listen to where I went and thought you heard the front door open. Then thought you heard me coming back. It sounded like I was whispering to someone.. His spankings got progressively harder and harder. He put his fingers between her legs to check her wetness after each spank. Finally, when he was satisfied he put her skirt down and released her hands. He led her to another room, where there were three cages, two chairs, and a trophy case. He told her to get into one of the cages and lay down while he stepped away to the next room. She silently laid there for what seemed like an eternity, half dressed and completely unable to leave the locked. Yesterday, at the funeral a tall woman had lingered in the back, her face pale, her eyes clear, her hair just as ashen blond as the girl’s. She’d disappeared before the ceremony ended.Turning the picture over again, she saw there was hardly a trace left of the name and the date.Liz.Elizabeth Carlson’s second change came two years later. Again, it was late autumn, the time of year when days are dark and short, and the wind disturbs your hair and your thoughts. By then, Liz hardly recalled her.