I resisted the first copy of times, but quickly realized it was futile: there was no way my powerless 13-year-old body could repel a big strong man li...e him, and I realized that was hot: being totally under a man's control was sexy. Even more so, it felt RIGHT: a female should be obedient to men and their beautiful cocks!In high school, I was called a slut. But I didn't mind! I was fucked so many times by guys who thought they were taking me against my will, but this good little Catholic girl. He caressed her firm butt, but I saw a hand slipping to the inside of her left thigh. I then knew he had found out my wife was not wearing any thong and his fingers finally had entered her gushing pussy lips. He looked a bit surprised; but he then smiled.Anita’s eyes rolled back as she felt him easing his naughty fingers deep in her slippery wetness. It took her breath away as he began to work them in and out of her, whilst he was rubbing her swollen clit at the same time for sure…She held onto. The aetherometer at my hip was spinning out of control, signalling that this was a tempest of supernatural origin - one of the great spellstorms generated far beyond the forests up in the Unknown North.I pressed on through the forest, glancing here and there until I suddenly spotted a thin column of smoke, rising up off to my right. Following it, I found myself overlooking a rocky valley. Far below, I could make out a small, dilapidated hut covered in moss, built into a hillock next to a pond.. ’ said Cindy, making a note on her pad. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As a gesture of goodwill, Cindy and I went with Sheriff Allgood to the Fire Department Headquarters, to report on the murder case. Present were Fire Chief Quinlin, Fire Marshal Zoe Singer, Battalion Chief Carlson and Battalion Chief Tucker, both longtime veterans of the Fire Department. We laid out what we knew, which was little so far. Zoe added what she could about the explosives and the device used. We asked them to.