*** I am in the bathroom now and I close the door. I am in my world now and Daddy is with me. I undress quickly, I do not want to wait. I do not want ...his to go slowly, I do not want it gently. I need to cum for Daddy, now. My clothes off, I start the water in the shower, as it warms up I think of Daddy in the room with me. Hand starting on my neck squeezing a bit, letting the rush of lust surge through my body, getting my attention. Another hand is grabbing my breast, squeezing, and then. So back before we had even moved to the new estate, Alpha had begun work on more acceptable bodyguards, ones that could potentially integrate into the household. Bodyguards with a personal devotion to me, who were enhanced beyond normal human limitations but were still able to pass rigorous security inspections.Their need to be able to integrate into the household meant they needed to be female and be open to the unique harem-like existence I lived. Their need to be able to pass security. She was sitting at the kitchen table with Julia patting her arm. Both girls had wine glasses, and looked as though they had made an early start on the bottle. “Hello, what brings you here, Chris?" I asked. “Nick, darling, I'm afraid Chris has had a bad shock. Marcus has moved out, trial separation,” Julia explained. “Has Marcus found somebody else?” “You bet,” Chris sobbed, “his name is Robin.” “A guy?” I was open-mouthed. “Looks like it, Nick, seems to prefer arse to pussy. Mind you, Chris,. " You mean... It's a demonic pact? I would sell my soul?" he asked nervously."Oh, don't be so dramatic. With all your misbehavings since your last confession years ago, did you really think your soul was due to some boring place with feathered assholes in dressing gowns?" she asked, chuckling at her own joke while another turbulence hit them. Now people were screaming and crying for help, though the blond woman was still sucking the old man's dick like it could save her life. "Besides, the pact.