She had tasted herself before, from Bryan’s kisses, but she found this much kinkier to taste herself from Sharon’s elegant fingers. Tasha grinned,...“And to think, I thought you were such a high brow lady, now I see you’re just a freak like me.” Sharon led Tasha to the silk covered king-sized bed in the middle of the bedroom. They stood toe to toe, breast to breast, next to the bed, as Tasha grew bolder in her exploration of Sharon. She unzipped Sharon’s conservative navy sheath dress, revealing. She had not been as famous as some of the others. Not Blaze Star the Queen of Vaudeville, not Tempest Storm who stripped into her seventies. But to me she had outshone them all. And I couldn’t find anything about her now! Not when she had died, not where she was buried. Could she be alive? She would have to be in her nineties. I don’t sleep that night. I toss and turn no matter how mind numb I have become. I’m out the bed with the sun. Several of my frat brothers are threatening crucifixion. He grabbed my right wrist and quickly looped a doubled up rope around it. He then took my right foot and pulled it up to my hand, realising the situation I was in, I struggled violently for a few seconds before he managed to cross my wrist and my ankle and tie the two of them tightly together. He tied them very tight; I couldn’t struggle at all against the rope. He took his weight off me now, knowing that half tied up I wouldn’t be able to get away from him. He tied the rope to a close by. With a groan of his own, the old man stood back up, and rubbed his shoulder. He too was bleeding, but Eric had had the opportunity to do a lot more than give him a minor shoulder wound. Had it, and lost it.“We need you alive, Eric Tanverson. Elen still has a lot of information to pull out of you. Sándor!” Like barking orders to soldiers, Jeremiah turned with a snap toward his monster.The giant beast was still struggling with Jessy, but in the chaos, the monster had trapped Clara underneath its.