Peterson is me! - I still blushI learned from her private messages that she modelled that chap Petersen to the image she had of meIndeed my apartment ...s a bit similar: shelves with books everywhere, many with erotica and sexuologyI have - like good old Peterson - a private collection of more explicit erotica in a special backroomI have there the old printed porn and even some spanking magazines and vintage books about the subjectI started to pay back my debt for this tribute and her lessons in. Each danced in their own space but cast one another sultry glances from time to time."Happy now?" Mason spat, aggrieved at having to indulge his unwelcome guest."For now," Harwood replied, easing out of his chair and taking up position beside the stage to observe the naked pair more closely."Get them to play with one another," the detective demanded.Grace overheard his words and sneaked up on Sierra from behind. She wrapped her arms around her lover's waist then smoothed them over her flesh. A slight moan escapes your lips despite your focus. I dont’ stop you.. i keep watching as you shut your eyes and try desperately not to cum…As you have your eyes shut, I stand up and whisper in your ear to let it happen, i want to watch you cum… or i will expose way more then just your defrauding…You lay back more and use 2 hands to fuck yourself and soon you are cumming. As you are cumming, i surprise you by reaching up and pinching a nipple hard…your eyes shoot open and i say “nice show…now. Sitrep! 51 calmly said into the radio. The bodyguards around me drew their weapons, scanning the hallway with care. Their guns were loaded with bronze bullets inscribed with spells by Candy. It was delicate, time-consuming work, and you could often hear Candys frustrated curses echo out of Sams suite. They were needed though, normal bullets were ineffective against spiritual entities like demons or Liliths foul offsprings. I cautiously looked around. Spectre was the codename for a demon.