My ecstasy was total. I was where I belonged. But then as my mind became one with the pleasure of sucking his cock he pulled it from my mouth, holding...it just out of my reach. "Do you want this cock boy?" Please Sir, please let me suck your cock." I pleaded."Then beg for it bitch." I did, of course I did, "Please Sir, please come over here and let me suck your cock. I need your cock Sir. Please show me how a real man uses a sissy faggot slut like me. Please Sir..." The words flew out of my. "Maria, would you please bring in a snuff contract?" Yes sir" came the reply. Moments later the naked pregnant woman came in with the paper work."It's a standard snuff contract, obliging you to die in a non-painful manner. Encasement is freighting, but not painful." Ruth read the contract through. It was fairly strait forward, signing obliged her to become encased after being impregnated by the artist (preferably) or some other man of her choosing. She knew how snuff contracts worked. Once. At last, exhausted, I felt the explosion of pleasure as he allowed himself a well deserved release. ‘I never knew it could be like that. All these years I’ve stared at your tits, wondering how they might taste, how you might feel, and I never knew it would be that explosive.’ We eventually got up and dressed, both still reveling in the amazing sex we had shared. And not a moment too soon. We were just dressed and sitting closer than we should be when we heard the door. We quickly moved apart. . Then, at that moment, I saw, on his forehead a vague shadowy mark of a pentagram!I shook with a terible fear of lines crossed, of evil’s triumph, and shrank back only to be stopped by my dear sweet mother’s whimpers in my ear, “Embrace HIM, my little man, say your vows of obedience to HIM, and continue with me, this journey we are on... this journey of willful sin and depravity! Let us taste all Wickedness in the cocks and cunts of HIS minions. Let HIS Demins come to us, serve us as we serve.