”“Thank you,” he sat opposite her and leaned on the desk, “this will be my typewriter?”“Yes,” she looked at the second typewriter, “it...will be your typewriter,” she leaned back and studied him for a moment. The white collarless shirt and braces hid a muscular torso and she smiled at the thought of meeting him after the war. He seemed bemused by her studied reflection and leaned on his palm and returned her stare.“Something wrong?”“Oxford?”“Yes, Oxford,” he replied, “have you ever been. My wiggling andstruggling only served to make the kiss all the morepassionate from his point of view. My mind wasstarting to spin when I felt his tongue exploring mytightly closed lips.With an audible sigh, he pulled back from the kiss. "Not ready yet, huh?" was all he said.Then, he was sinking to his knees. I had no idea whatto expect next, but when he began nibbling on mynipples, I gasped out loud. I had never felt thatbefore, and would have never imagined that my nipplescould transmit such. Bouncing hard and fast on my cock. Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears. I felt my balls tighten and knew it would not be long til I came. I felt her body twitching and her pussy pulsing on my cock. Finally, her body tightened all around me and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and start milking it for all its cum, which I gladly gave up. Slumping against me, Sade breathed hard and I felt her heart racing in her chest. Oddly, it matched the pace of my own heart. I laid her gently. Horns graced the tops of their heads and had black, lifeless eyes.“I see you’ve found my pets, Buffy Summers,” a booming voice called. Buffy was turned around, and she saw him. Sitting on a large golden throne was a demon about seven feet tall. He wore the robes of a king. He was bald, and he had two pointed ears. He grinned at the slayer and flashed his fanged teeth. The demon’s eyes were golden and serpent like. They seemed to penetrate her very soul.Suddenly Buffy’s mind was bombarded with.