<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br/><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/></div><br/>The dark, demonic angel had such a terribly strong hold over the Sparrow. No one had been able to make her twist and writhe with such deep, delicious ecstasy, such strong physical and emotional feeling that her entire being radiated heat and pleasure. The movements of the woman's tongue took her to a level that he could not escape from. Regardless of how hard she tried, Julie-Anna could not pull away from the fury that England her, the endless waves of orgasm that released themselves within her causing more than a moan or a groan, but a scream that she thought could be heard all the way through the ground and down the hill. Her back arched, nails clawing into the ground, though her only form of support came from the chain that dangled from we neck. She would have said something, some form of speech or praise or anything, but all that she could muster was short, ragged gasps.