But the primal forces of the universe loved faeries and those with our blood. They surged towards me. Bright orange evocation spirits danced around my...hand as I pointed at the shadows.A lance of purple energy fired from me, a conduit through which the evocation spirits hurtled towards the shadowy form. The inky darkness rippled. Abjuration spirits surged to the forefront of the shadows, forming a shield of night.“You think that paltry defense will save you?” I asked, advancing on him. I passed. Susan has been left alone, for whatever reason. Her situation, despite pain & discomfort, excites her She has no idea of what to expect next, or when to expect it. On the far wall of this dungeon room are hooks, each neatly holding paddles, whips and even canes. The canes are long wispy lengths of cane, each has a handle wrapped with leather. And a leather strap, which apparently fits around the wrist of the user. There are also several sets of hand-cuffs hanging from other hooks, as well as. Cum for me then. Dribble your cum on me and then sit on my face so I can drink it from your cunt.”This spurs me on. I frantically bounce up and down on his solid cock, pushing it deep into my willing arse, still rubbing my clit in a frenzy.“Fuck, that’s awesome.” He comments. “Keep fucking my cock.”I don’t need telling, his hands are gripping my tits, my fingers are frigging my clit, my arse is full of cock, my pussy is gushing on his body. Everything is in unison.This goes on and on seemingly. .Angel wasn't very smart about common sense. She always left her doors unlocked. Very naïve, poor girl. There was no way she could ever possibly know what was coming through her back door. I opened the door quietly, and Hank and I snuck in. He was hassling so badly and loudly, I was afraid he might wake her up. Angel always locked her dog in the basement at night. That was good, because he's very protective of her. He would probably have jumped my dog, and being so little, Hank probably could.