He was a man of eccentric tastes, something I do appreciate, ravenously so. It was these eccentric tastes that brought him to this drug infested area ...o a brothel that promised a truly…otherworldly experience. Naturally, when Bryan was told that there were rumors that people had sex with demons there he was interested. Not for the true demonological purpose of it—he didn’t believe in such nonsense. But as a man who enjoyed many kinks, he looked forward to what he believed would be more of a. Harry turned into a giant snapping, babbling head as the pain ripped through his body, "oh god mistress! take it out! please! take it out! hurts so bad! take it out! take it out! PLEASE MISTRESS TAKE YOUR COCK OUT OF ASS!" “Oh slave, the head isn’t even in. You’ll know when I get it in. She popped all the head in and Harry shrieked. “PLEASE MISTRESS TAKE IT OUT!” “Shut the fuck up slave!” She pulled almost all of the head out, then thrust it hard back in. Harry screamed louder than ever, but. I heard footsteps walking around the locker room, and I knew I had two choices. Run, or stay and hope she didn't catch me. I ran..but wow was my timing bad. Right as she turned around, I was making my break for it. "What the hell?" She asked, obviously surprised.. "Uh...Hey..." I said, scared, nervous, and embarrassed. "What were you doing?" She demanded of me. "Well...umm... I was...uh..."....I didn't know what to say, but somehow, she did. "Were you...my...were you in my locker..?" She asked.. She leaves the bedroom to check on the front door. She notices that it is not locked and so she rectifies that, looking around and noticing that nothing seems out of place. Just a noise, she thinks, nothing wrong. She returns to the bedroom and take off her earrings and her watch, placing them on the dresser. Now, returning to the bathroom, she walks in and the steam fills the space of her bathroom. She wipes the mirror, looks again with a smile, and waves the steam towards her in an invitation.