In the upstairs window of the family house lurked a dark shape. Phil felt a powerful rush of fear, as if ice splinters were being driven under his ski... with a hammer.Something terrible was taking place in that room, but he couldn't quite see. If only he could look a little...Verdé put her hands on either side of his face and turned his head until he was staring directly into her bright green eyes."Don't spend too long staring at Cérulea's pictures," Verdé said. "You might find yourself becoming. I kissed her all over—her forehead, her nose, the point of her nipple through her silky dress. The last one made her jump delightfully and I felt her tighten against my fingers. I slipped another in and she slammed her hands down on the countertop. The smacking sound of her palms against the counter added to the eroticism of the moment.“Want to go to the bedroom?” I asked her, panting against her throat.Olivia shook her head wildly, her hair flying all over the place. Then she met my eyes,. I had just gotten comfortable, letting the piss drain from my bladder as I'd read the obscenities finger-painted on the stall with, well with who knows what. My cock finished dripping and I'd just taken it into my fist to begin a quick stroke when I heard the sound of someone entering as the bathroom door slammed open.Reading '11pm', I glanced at my wristwatch, squinting hard, and saw that it was indeed that time. Footsteps on the small concrete floor came near and I looked down, and saw a pair. Please, oh please, I begged in the cold darkness of my mind, let me die.And it began. Trembling and thrashing, as my body tried desperately to find air--to live. I struggled weakly, vainly to breath. his hands were like a vice, crushing me. His cock like a sword, impaling me.Then the explosion. Deeper and deeper he penetrated as he came, harder and harder, and I felt like a leaf blown in the wind. I shuddered, the pain receding.I trembled, my bladder no longer able to hold its contents, piss.