“So beautiful,” whispered Mila.“My mom can't find out about this, Ms Brighton,” said Kim with a look of innocence on her face that drove Mila ...ild.“Your mother doesn't have to know a thing.” She pressed her lips against Kim's and they shared another long and passionate kiss together.Their bodies moved and waved together on the kitchen counter. Kim wrapped both of her legs around Mila's waist and pulled her closer. For the first time in her life, she felt her pussy becoming misty from the touch. Then there was a softly lit room, a huge square bed covered in furs and blankets, and sleep.I slept for years. Or it may have only been a day. It was hard to tell. I woke from something warm and dreamless and stretched. I yawned, jaw popping as each of my vertebrae cracked into place. I doubted that I'd ever had a better night's sleep. I rolled over, and stared at the stone ceiling. I was warm, comfortable, seemingly safe. And yet...I'm in Hell. Literally. I was brought here by a demon, and now. Since your journalism career is going nowhere, your mother had insisted that you help out with the family business. After all, you live at home and your parents foot the bill for your credit cards.You reach the storefront and swipe your badge, unlocking the glass door. The store is not open to Joe Schmoe off the street. Customers are required to at least have an appointment to peruse the wares available for auction or to pick up their acquisitions.Janine, the receptionist greets you with a. What now? Is she going to say something about what just happened? I need to play it cool! I thought to myself as I walked over to the small table where she was sitting with her laptop open.“Here’s your phone!” I point it towards her. “You really should knock, you know. I don’t come barging into the bathroom when you're in it!”“Really?” She said sarcastically trying not to laugh. “Honestly I really thought you were already in the shower... umm... sorry?” She said laughing.“It’s fine! Just drop.