I had slept in the nude. I put my panties on, put on a long t-shirt, and walked out of my bedroom to make me some coffee, hoping that Ijaz would have ...eft my now.Anagha was sitting on the couch in a terrycloth robe watching TV with a cup of coffee in her hand. She looked at me with a very serious expression on her face for a few seconds. I looked back, puzzled and said,"Hey Anagha. Good... afternoon. What's up?" Teju... I...." she paused as she picked up the remote and switched the TV off. "I. I still couldn't smell anything besides Zaire's stench and I hadn't seen Talon's naked form from the back enough to identify him that way. But my enemy had no reason to lie and that gave me hope.He continued to prattle on about how delicious I was for a long while. It occurred to me as he talked that he should have gone to work for an advertising agency instead of becoming a murdering psychopath; the way he described me made me want to buy and eat myself! Through it all, my Demon stood. Her tongue slipped across her lips, tasting some of the sweet nectar.He kept dosing her with foam, like a fire extinguisher on her fiery flesh. Diana groveled under him as if in some primitive, pagan ritual, worshiping the prick that was soaking her so thoroughly.As he kept on pumping his spunk on her, Jimmy stared down in awe, his hooded eyes glowing behind the lids, thrilled to the depths by their depravity.He was jerking off on his mother!His joy was boundless – and his juice seemed to be. If the job kills me, then my wife becomes a very wealthy widow. Annabelle had signed up to that, had reaped the benefits for several years – she wouldn’t be driving around in a nearly-new £45,000 Range Rover without my job – but now seemed to be concentrating on the drawbacks. I felt that a distance was growing between us; my working day was mostly finishing after six and it was always at least eight before I got home. Most evenings I found myself eating alone in the kitchen. I began to envy.