For almost three hundred years her soul remained banished to limbo, its very existence bound only to that tiny tome, awaiting the moment when the seal...was broken and her soul could return to this world.Centuries later in the modern world, a curious college student and librarian named Elizabeth Maria Huntley finds Benacia's journal in a stack of new intakes. Now, possessing the young flesh of her savior, Benacia seeks to reshape the modern world to her own perverted whims, one ruled by lust and. .. flaunting her power. She drops the key attached to a long chain hanging around her neck. My gaze falls with the key, watching it nestle between her fleshy breasts.Acknowledging my need, she leans forward and rubs a nipple against my parched lips, allowing me a few brief tastes. Balancing with my cheek and shoulder pressing into the sheet, I tuck my knees underneath me, presenting my bottom to her. My nipples are trying their hardest to poke holes in the mattress. Devious fingers slide up and. Darkness had fallen. I briefly wondered what my daughter was up to and when she’d be home, then became distracted by a news item about ISIS attracting Jihad brides. What in the name of sanity would induce a woman to desire a life as a Jihadist wife? Didn’t they understand how they’d be in servitude to the male? A life of no free will? Was the world going crazy?How bad did a girl’s home life have to be to desire such a bleak fate? Shit! If Sia ever... “I’m home, Dad!”“About time,” I yelled in. Harry Weinstein stared at his white, vicious pole disappearing into young Toni Baline's smoothly gyrating ass with every lunge. It submerged until not even a fraction of it was left unabsorbed, straining wildly in the snug, still tightly resilient channel, its spongy head probing deep into her soft, quivering belly.His balls throbbed and his cock cavorted as if it were about to burst each time he rammed into her, while she moaned aloud around Milt's heavy cock fucking into her mouth, adding to.