When Bigelow finally cleared his throat to speak,Terrence almost jumped out of his skin."I just learned about the latest insanity from Sacramento," he...said,pushing copies of the article across the table. "Does this mean what Ithink it means?"Helen skimmed the article while Terrence seemed to be studying it wordfor word. Please God, let him speak first, she said to herself, knowingBigelow's penchant for shooting messengers on sight. Her prayer wasanswered when Terrence put down the article and. Just because I came to your condo, it doesn't make me your slut." I simply smiled and muttered to myself, "She's going to be a great fuck." I took her half-empty wine glass from her, sitting it on the end table. I pushed her against the wall and pulled her long skirt up to reveal her milky thighs. She tried to fight me but I knew it was just a fake attempt. I began kissing her lips, licking the side of her neck, behind her ears and I put my tongue inside her ear. She squirmed and tried to open. I winced, and cried out, to which she twisted even more, as she found it very funny to see my discomfort.“Do you get it, dickhead,” she said, “I own you, and can do what I want when I want,” she laughed.“Do you understand?” she barked.“Yes,” I said painfully.Sitting back comfortably on our settee, she said, “Right, slowly drop em, I want a show.”Not wanting any more pain, I slowly put my fingers on my boxer waistband and pulled them down.I was still semi-hard, so she took the opportunity of. “Take me, fill me, claim me ... damn me to Hell!” Miranda pleaded with me at last, as I exploded inside her luscious snatch, filling her up with my spunk just seconds before Lilith expelled hers.The deed was done, the decision irrevocable now. Miranda May Kerr was now officially the property of the Kingdom of Hell, and thus of its King, namely me. She was one of the Damned, a lost soul forever in the eyes of Michael the Archangel, the new King of Heaven. There was no turning back now. She.