"Do you accept the responsibilities and duties being bestowed upon you?" "I do." "Do you vow to perform these duties to the quality expected of you by...your archangel superior, your mortal masters, and the Lord thy God?" "I do." "And do you accept that, should you fail to perform these duties, you shall be stripped of your rank, and your wings, and reduced to the lowest form of angel?" "I do." "Then I hereby proclaim you to be of the rank "Bliss Supervisor". Go and do the Lord's work." "His will. It has provided me with countless hours of entertainment. Reading people's fantasies is sort of a way to get into their minds unobserved. I even wrote a few of my own.Reading through the many varied stories can be rather arousing at times. While I find most rather boring tales of boy meets girl, boy takes girl to hotel room type encounters, some are rather fascinating. The ones I find most fascinating stimulate me in an intellectual sort of way, but others are just plain arousing. The ones I. Then you were away and I could tell she was dying for it! I just couldn't .." Stop right there!" said Steve's father stemming the flood of rapid fire words from Steve's mouth. "I am just glad it was you!" What dad?" said Steve now thoroughly confused. He had fucked the shit out of his mom and his dad was happy about it?"You see son I knew your mom was a bit of a nympho when I married her. I usually keep her fucked enough to keep her from looking somewhere else for what she needs. Then this trip. As i was teasing his cock head i suddenly heard a noise in his hallway... panicking, i assumed his wife had returned from work hours early! shit! what do we do... but strangely as i looked up to peter for reassurance he just grinned and said nothing. I was still knelt on the floor in front of him daring not to move i began getting ready to ready to dress and run. until that is i turned to the bedroom door and saw another man standing there. A rather rough looking man in his late sixties to.