There was no way I could fight an angel when I was drained of all power and sporting a stomach wound.Strangely, however, she had made no move to enter...my little cave. I searched for her with my mind ... she was sitting peaceably next to a stream just outside the entrance.I leaned back in my chair.I glanced at my little rebellious Aethling. She was crouched in a corner, staring at her feet. She hadn't said a word since I told her we had a visitor.The Angel seemed rather ... calm ... I thought. She was lying in the sheets of her four poster bed, with two black candles lighting the room on either side; smiling as she surveyed Samantha’s body. The girl remained in her boots and collar, plundered and used by the drudges, covered and filled with their seed, flushed with her exertions. The two maids pushed Samantha to the foot of the bed. Miss la Veau threw her sheets aside to reveal her long legs wrapped in black silk stockings, her bare dark thighs and her shaved wet pussy open and. The party was at a neighbor's house across the street. Drew was never one to go out on New Year's Eve, but with nothing better to do, he dressed nice and went to the party fashionably late at about 8:15 to celebrate the arrival of 2112.Laura Somebody welcomed him inside and hung his coat. She introduced him to some of the neighbors who had arrived already: Bruce, Rich, Marcy, Michelle, Bernie, Mohar, Vicky, Tom, and Joyce.Laura offered Drew a drink, and then he set about the task of mingling. That meant only her and her mother were home. I explained that if I did it for her it was between just me and her and she couldn’t tell anyone. She agreed. I had her get in my lap. I told her we needed to make sure she was good and wet. She grinned as I put my hand under her top and got hold of a nipple. Her nipples were rock hard. As I toyed with her nipple her eyes sparkled. She placed her head on my shoulder and whispered she was really wet now. I whispered to her that she needed to.