The faggot replied with yet another image if his oiled up his ass. Gene wished he could get his car right then, but the shop was closed for another tw... hours. Tonight it was going down he told himself and texted the same to Shiraz.When Gene arrived at the Lampshade Motor Inn, the unattractive red head clerk said, “Hi. It’s been a while since I saw you.”“Yeah,” he muttered.“I can upgrade you to our luxury suite tonight for free.”“For real,” the five-foot-eight, one hundred ninety pound brotha. Over the next week of daily visits, we did a total of eight drawings and I prepared a canvas for the first one. There didn’t seem to be any concern about whether or not one of my girlfriends was with us. Sometimes they were and sometimes they weren’t. We didn’t grope each other, but we didn’t shy away from each other either. When our hands brushed each other or I reached to tilt her head or position her arm, I felt an electrical tingle run through my body. We silently saluted our mutual. I'm going to do something that will make you feel good, now. Okay?"I again tapped on my watch. Marie shot me a venomous look and bent forward, her tongue extending outwards to run up her daughter's pink little slit. It only took around five minutes of her mother nibbling and licking at her sex before Beth began to cry out in pleasure. The muscles in Beth's abdomen clenched rhythmically as she attempted to hump herself into her mother's face. It was such an intensely erotic sight that I let. It's so nice to finally meet you in person." The devil spoke. At least, that what I assumed she was at the time. Who else would have such a ghastly appearance and show up from a dark portal from seemingly nowhere?She laughed. "No, I am not the Devil, but a devil. You may call me Beatrix." She had read my mind, which in and of itself would have be freakish if not for her three external protrusions that I mentioned earlier. (The last paragraph, in case you missed it.)I sat back down with a long,.