" She unbuttoned his jacket, pushed it down over his shoulders, and folded it neatly over the back of a chair. She untied his necktie. "Now, be a goo... boy and get undressed." She waited until she was sure he was complying with her wishes. She pulled off her heels and set about undoing her garters to take off her stockings. Deliberately she made a production of it, wrists lifting her skirt to reveal the shapely length of her legs, fingers lingering provocatively, slipping the stockings down. “So ... did you?” I grinned, wiping my juice covered fingers on her hip. “F ... fuck y ... you,” she whispered. It was all the answer I needed. Obeying my command to lie still, I removed the needles from her punctured and pierced labia very carefully given their curvature and gently pulled the small pieces of stone and grit embedded into the flesh and bone of her knees. Wiping her labial puncture marks with antiseptic cream I knelt back on my haunches to admire the beauty before me. She lay. I felt so wicked, having barely gotten off under the shower, and I remained naked as my hair dried.I had stopped the movie when David and I got involved, but now I was determined to keep David at bay and watch the end of the movie.As I dressed, I heard a creak again, but I didn't call out (in case it WAS just a creaking noise).It had to be the confusion, I swear, or else it was a classic Freudian slip on my part, but when I returned to watch the end of the movie, I had forgotten to put on a. The first monarch ever to be crowned in human history with the infernal blessings of the Devil Himself, in a Satanic rite, no less. It will be glorious! I want the image of Lucifer himself right there, watching us all with his unholy gaze upon us. I want there to be no mistake ... this is the coronation of the Beast of Revelation, the Antichrist.“Tabby, as my Hierophant, you will place the crown on my head, and then I will return the favor, of course. And I want at least three ‘virgin.