That night, the sleeping drugs failed to work as intended. Brent Keith stayed awake until dawn, just after falling into darkness and drifting off into another world.A ray of golden sunlight brushed across his face alongside his bed. He seemed to be cringing in anguish, as if the monsters of his nightmare had firmly grasped his throat.It was the world he had once known so well. The halls of the New York City hospital at dusk looked like they were sprinkled with golden light, the figures of off-duty doctors and nurses intertwined with those of the patients moving about."Brent you off duty?"Brent was walking out the door with his shoulder bag on his back when he heard the lovely nurse on duty greet him and smiled back, revealing his deep dimples."Well, my mum said we're having a family roast chicken and steak dinner today, so I need to get home soon.""It's not just your whole family, your girlfriend is there too, right?""Brent doesn't listen to them. We simply see each other as fr

"Elisa has fallen asleep."Hermosa suddenly says so. She hummed under the influence of alcohol, swaying to the beat as she had in Brent's dream, the reflective fabric of her body reflecting bright erotic flashes in the ambiguous light. She dragged a chair to her side and sat on it with her legs folded, the edge of her short leather skirt strangling the flesh of her shaking legs.Brent's throat suddenly felt dry and thirsty, his voice hoarse as a desert, and he took another drink, but the alcohol only added fuel to the fire.He felt hot. He saw Hermosa reach up and stroke her long, healthy thighs, straighten her breasts and throwing her head back, her puffed breasts twitching in their cage of fishnet-like fabric, looking almost like two fresh, tantalising white doves that could be held in the palm of one hand.Brent looked down at his empty palms. The Hermosa in front of him touched her own moist, upturned lips with two fingers, seemingly unintentionally, and slid them across her chest

"Any idea what this is?""No, don't know ......""You'll find out soon enough." Without telling her exactly what it was, Brent flipped the electric switch on the metal spiral object and shoved it inside the pink rear of Hermosa's upturned buttocks."Sir!"Hermosa finally understood. She exclaimed, looking back in a bit of fear at her stuffed anus, "Sir, oooh... what are you doing to me... ah..." Before she could respond, the electric spiral anal plug began to buzz and vibrate. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and she would have liked to bury her embarrassed appearance in the pillow. But because of the unbearable itch inside her body, she had to cave her back in completely while her hips bucked higher. The furry white tail vibrated along the base of her thighs as it brushed against her honeyed pxssy at the front. After a short while her moans changed in flavour, slimy as if she really was a kitten in heat."Good girl, do you like being played with by me that much, now this wh

But to Hermosa's surprise, Brent didn't say anything more. He finished his meal and left, as he had every day before, but Hermosa did not stand up at the end of breakfast, as she always did, but sat for a long time at the table, lost in thought. Memories played through Hermosa's mind like faded film footage. A month or so ago, when Elisa had fallen ill and needed a large sum of money for treatment, and her father, who was an abusive gambler, had hounded her for money, Hermosa had no choice but to follow the man sent by Randolph and went back with him. Randolph asks Hermosa to find a way to get into the villa, as it contains a large amount of drugs and cash that his nemesis, Davis, the Detroit district boss, had scavenged during his lifetime. In Randolph's words, the villa is inhabited by a man who is dark, cranky and difficult to get close to. Before Hermosa, Randolph's men, disguised as couriers, salesmen and social workers, have failed to knock on his door. Frantic and scared, H

The backyard of this villa is large, with hundreds of square feet. A tall balsam fir tree grows in the courtyard and the ornamental flowers that were originally planted have been overshadowed by vigorous weeds and wildflowers due to neglect. Yesterday, the garden was renovated and a few fuchsias were transplanted, giving it a unique flavour.A set of children's slides stands in the middle of the neatly manicured lawn, next to a small swing and a half-high chain bridge for children. These things are nothing for adults, but they are irresistible to children of a few years old.Elisa was carried to the slide by Brent and carefully jumped off his lap, looking up at the three differently shaped slides and back at him."What's wrong?" Brent asked."I ......" Elisa had only ever watched other children play with these things, she had never touched them herself. Standing somewhat hesitantly in place, her little feet rubbed mindlessly against the grass on the ground."Still scared? I told you I