She remembered Raymond's words to her about Biscuit. That she had not had an orgasm in a year. A year! Would that be her fate as well? To be kept in a...constant state of ecstatic joy without any release for an indefinite amount of time? She hoped not but, as Carol's fingers brought her closer and closer to the desperate climax her body had wanted all day, Firestorm knew she would be happy here no matter what.EpilogueCassandra was showing the girl around the vast manor and telling her all about. It was in her brain, but she didn’t allow it to do anything. It was just circulating until I saw it carried back out of her head by her blood. When they did a few tests of the machine, to see how she reacted, I saw it wasn’t the sound, but the CT scan energy. I put a tiny shield around the place in her brain that was keeping her awake. I then made her go to sleep deeply enough that she didn’t respond when the waves went through her head. I let them think that their sedative had worked.I had to. After a few seconds he tried to sneak a peek back at her. He watched as she took a long drag from her cigarette and tilted her head up and exhaled a long stream of smoke. Her eyes moved to catch Sam's spellbound for a moment, then glanced back and smiled coyly. Sam knew he had been had and felt that warm release in his cheeks.He watched intently now, as she got up from the bar stool and started walking directly toward him. Her black high-rise stiletto heels accent uated her long legs. Her hips. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her, but I realized the passion was not the same. Her tongue stumbled around in my mouth and I stepped back and pushed her away from me and toward the bed.She stumbled forward then climbed up on it on all fours looked over her shoulder at me and said. "Take me like the bitch I am, Peyton!" The words rattled in my ears and I cringed as I pictured Bruce standing above her. I reached for her thighs and slid her panties down over her plump.