’ ‘How long can you stay?’ ‘I was just planning for tonight and tomorrow night.’ ‘You’re welcome to stay as long as you want or feel the...need to, so if you decide to stay longer I can wash your clothes for you.’ ‘Thank you Meg, but I don’t want to get in your way.’ She smiled then and told him, ‘My life is very simple and uncluttered so you won’t be in my way at all. It’s nice to see you again and we need time to get caught up.’ ‘I wish we didn’t live so far apart.’ ‘Two hours isn’t so far.’ He. I love you and your devotion to me and my needs. You have been very supportive of my dating and having sex with other men, with you sometimes watching and often participating as you did at Madam Clara’s in Amsterdam five years ago. Often, you help dress me in my sexiest underwear as I prepare for a date out for the evening and you stay home alone, enjoying your thoughts of my being pleasured by a well-endowed lover. When I come home from these dates, I describe the sex in excruciating detail. Then, I felt him slide his fingers back, tracing up my ass crack, and slipping under my thong strap. With no warning, and little finesse, he jammed his well lubricated index finger full into my unsuspecting asshole. It was all I could do to keep from shrieking in the midst of all these strangers. “Nasty bitch,” he mumbled in my ear, as he reached down to my aching pussy to lubricate his middle finger. I pumped his pulsating cock frantically. I could feel his middle finger join his index. Samael turned and walked back into the dark room filled with death.One man convulsed on the floor. As the man spotted Samael enter the bar one more time he started to crawl away from him. He started to drag his heavy limp body as fast as he could away from the danger. Desperate to get away. However, no matter how much life force the man still possessed Samael was beside him in no time, watching the struggling man attempt to stay alive.Samael knelt on the ground, “Tell me where she is,” he.