She felt so warm as she put her arms around me to start grading. I got comfortable in her lap, sitting between her arms, as I started to grade the tes...s. She flicked her pen quickly over the sheets, but I went slowly because I did not want to leave the comfort of her lap. We made a great team. When she finished up with her stack of tests she put her pen down and started to rub my back. I sighed, slowly grading my stack. I felt her fingers tracing up and down my back sensuously. Then she held my. Her soul would be an evil cesspit, of that I was certain. Already I was tempted to just simply cut her throat and be rid of her… I would be doing all of humanity a favor, but I needed to make one or two last inquiries first. Originally, I had at first intended to turn her into the meanest and lowest sort of pain-slut, to make her the most abject and pathetic sort of obedient pet I’d ever yet attempted with my gift. But this goal no longer gave me the slightest bit of pleasure. I could certainly. Anderson," he said, his eyes following the panties as theyfell into a heap on the floor by her feet. Again he knelt before her,the fish-and-honey odour lingering in his nose, and held open her dress,drawing it up her shapely body and around her arms and shoulders,fastening the zip along her graceful back."How do I look?" she asked, standing back a little and facing him."You look hot, Ms. Anderson," he replied. He could feel his memberswelling, trying and failing to escape his large nylon. The Citadel, where all the documents of Demonic, vampiric and lycanthropic society were held, where the Elders lived, was situated under the very heart of the Roman Catholic Church. Among all immortals, it was a joke. Arken slipped like a shadow down a side passage, behind a tapestry, going further and further underground, through secret doors and unknown tunnels. Finally he came into the Citadel itself, where the ground opened out in a huge natural cave, and the demon thankfully shook off his.