She smiled as she pulled her arm back and took a few more ‘venting’ punches. She smiled at her undamaged pillows then sat back into them. Her eyes...scanned the room. ‘No remote control?’ She looked at the television and settled into watching it. She pulled the towel from her body and slipped between the cool sheets. The comforting feel enveloped her naked frame and she melted into the bed. After an over exaggerated stretch, more of a test of the bed length, she curled into a pillow hug. Fixing. The only daughter of Baltus and the heir apparent to this grand estate. It was given to Papa for his service in the War for Independence. The previous owner, a Tory by the name of Phillipse, was hanged for treason. His ghost is said to haunt the woods." You can't believe that rubbish!" Ichabod smiled."Oh, but I do, Sir." Katrina returned the smile."Fear not, pretty lady. I shall protect you from the ghouls and ghosts." He took her hand in his. The feeling of electricity returned to Katrina,. Angela said, “We had a great time.” I could tell they had plenty to drink.I turned the TV on, set the volume to low, popped the tape in the VCR, and pressed play. I plopped down on the couch across the room from where they were sitting. The scene on the TV screen started with Stevie giving me a super-hot, porn style bow job.The girl’s laughter diminished as soon as their eyes became focused on the TV screen. There was a different mood that took over the room. A quiet, more serious atmosphere. Letting her knees fall to the sides, exposing herself to the intruder completely, she clicks the button switching the vibrator off, but doesn’t stop the manual in/out motion. “Oh dear… the battery…” She thrusts again before dropping her toy. “Can you help me finish?” It may have been careless, but at that moment she needs to be fucked by a man… any man… and this stranger has a massive tool that will fulfill her need. He doesn’t hesitate. He kicks off his pants as he walks toward her, still.