" No time for that." she interrupted him. The plane was now vibrating as if it was about to desintegrate. "As I said, you can still save your own life... All you need to do is sign your name in your own blood on any sufrace." You mean... It's a demonic pact? I would sell my soul?" he asked nervously."Oh, don't be so dramatic. With all your misbehavings since your last confession years ago, did you really think your soul was due to some boring place with feathered assholes in dressing gowns?" she. I was amazed something that small could give me such anal pleasure and pain!Buttoning up his pants, he said: "In the future I suggest coming to see me at least once a month so that I can thoroughly clean your asshole. We can set up monthly recurring appointments on Sunday mornings."My mother also was getting dressed answered for me: "Doctor Sandeeb, I think that it would be best that she came at least every 2 weeks. She's quite a dirty slut you know, and she'll need to be on a more intensive. .mmmm such juicy soft lips…. Yummyy just ike rose petals…mmm I suck them harder, deeper…. My hands go down to her ass from inside the shorts and grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them harder….wooow… it an amazing experience, so soft…. And then slowly slide my hands to her pussy and start rubbing it, and she is all wet by now down her pussy…. And all this was diving me more crazy for her… I tell her viji nothing’s wrong, u have seducing and indicating me since I have arrived and now you own body. I needed a good plan because I was going to get to the bottom of this. The next day at work I was telling my friend about the whole ordeal. She was just as shocked as I had been and she started coming up with different scenarios that could explain everything. One thing she said really got me wondering. She asked " hun you're husband doesn't like to ,um, play dress up does he?" Kind of shocked I exclaimed "no! Well at least I don't think so. You mean dress in drag? Surely not." My husband is a.