Her sensuality was almost overpowering, but I remembered my experience with Jennifer.Her sensuality was almost overpowering, but I remembered my experience with Jennifer. The sexual delights promised in those eyes, that face, those hips, between those thighs... could never be delivered. I swallowed hard and pulled away from Marta, walking to my wife. It took an effort, and Victoria possessively put her arms around me. We followed Marta to the dungeon. Standing next to a formally set dinner table were a teenaged boy and girl. They both wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts. I recognized the expression in their eyes long before I saw the fang marks. "Sit with me," Marta purred, then paused. "_Both_ of you." She drew a knife across the boy's wrist. He didn't flinch; no pain showed in his glassy-eyed vacant face. His blood filled a wine glass which Marta handed to Victoria. |