. a long while.”Stunned, I just looked at her as she continued to explain.“I was eleven... we were at the lake... I went to the back to change and...I saw... I saw you. You were changing... and you had your back to the door, and... I quietly left and changed in the car.” She paused again. “Later that day I moved the mirror, over by the door, hoping that I'd be able to... see you... again.”I started to speak again “I l...” she, again, stopped me.“I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you... I. So Alex asked a question. "How long has this been going on?"Chester let out a low whistle. "A long fuckin' time. I mean I've haven't seen anything before the 18th century in these records, except what's in this one about the Black Death and the Plagues. Other Smiths have other records, but if they have anything older they're not sharing. So everything before that's just tall tales. Em's grampa probably told her more than what anybody else knows. I think he's got older records, maybe everything. Her breathing and gasping was getting heavier, in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts mercilessly and pulling and twisting the phallus stuffed into her. Her arms and legs fought a useless battle against the shackles that held her open to his pounding, now faster and deeper. She thrashed about wildly, becoming one with the chains that bind her. She exists only to please as he ravaged her with ever increasing intensity. Her screams of joy crashed. The Enchantress had watched Barocca's treachery unfold against Rhiannon; and then things deteriorated further as the night went on, with the v******e in the laboratory, and other events that she witnessed. The Enchantress was annoyed that such a night of lust and revelry was broken off far too soon for her tastes. As she observed the actions and emotions of the girl called Ebony, the Enchantress could feel her emotions almost like a tangible thing. When someone's emotions were as evident as.