"On your knees whore" I said as I slapped Jon's face and down he went. I sat down next to Gary, took hold of his cock and leaned over and began suckin... his cock again. I stopped for a second, "Move closer whore" I told Jon and watched as he moved next to the edge of the sofa and in between Gary's legs. "You like watching me suck his cock whore?" I asked Jon. Meekly he answered, "Yes mistress" "I like watching you suck his cock" I reached over, grabbed Jon by the hair, "Suck his cock whore". Her hairless pussy began to drop with it’s intoxicatingly sweet smell. The succubus began to rub her large but firm breasts and pinch her own nipples. Her bright pink tongue ran over her perfect with teeth and her sharp canine fangs sparkled in the ruddy light. Using her tail with its spade shaped tip to teas and rub her clit she gloried in the raunchy memories. Her demonic masterbation was interrupted by a call dimly heard across the veil that separates the land of humanity from the abyssal. I had come up with the "guy house rule" because it was drunk guys that usually were the ones that got out of control and caused problems and a girlfriend could usually mitigate things, hence no single unattached guys at the parties unless I personally knew them or they had a girlfriend accompanying them. The rule did not apply to women - any and all were welcome. Still, that did not explain the big disparity in numbers.At this point in the story, we all had to remind him he was the most. The only issue is the one we talked about with kids, but I think, in the end, being established and taking a few months off would work best.”“How are things otherwise?”“Good. Work keeps me busy, pays the bills, and lets me save. I spend time with my friends, play with my nieces, and otherwise stay out of trouble. How are things with you?”“Busy. Between the family, work, and karate, I’m pretty much always on the go. But I was never one to just sit around, so I don’t mind at all. Mostly I just.