. 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 year... 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 will grant. Those are here. If you want to handle this part, the City Council might appreciate it. I'm sure they would appreciate it if things were done quietly."Bryant tipped his head back on the chair to stare at the ceiling. He wasn't sure if the officers had committed a crime by refusing to divulge an arrest record – or if Chief Tutwiler had simply omitted the relevant information."Yeah, I'll handle it," Bryant said eventually. "Christ. I have to get back to Chicago to get my shit. I didn't plan to. He ain't old." Be right down," Anne said, shrugging into her quilted robe. She hurried along the hall and found Billy sitting on the side of his bed, head bowed. "Man here to see you," she told him. Billy nodded, ignoring his nakedness."You taking that stuff?" She looked just over his head, aware of his shadowed genitals.He nodded again, holding out his broken hand. "Hurts like the very devil." Shall I bring him up?" Thank you," he said with a shudder, pulling the sheet between his legs as Anne. She never noticed Sherise quietly coming out of her bedroom and stop to stare curiously at what she was doing. After a couple of minutes and seeing how Joy was reacting, she figured out what Joy was looking at. She made a mental note and withdrew back in her bedroom. Joy was enthralled watching Lo do his thing. He finally reached his climax and exploded all over himself. He lay there on his bed in relief. Joy quietly slipped away and went downstairs. That next day, she was in her room with her.