The wicked are not on this plane. That’s why they call it the 'pit of Hell'.” What was there to say? Nothing; and so I didn’t speak. I kept w...lking with him until we hit a clearing with what looked like a Dracula mansion. Huge, brick with steeples. Not tortuous or abandoned. Yet dark. The darkness seemed to never fade.“Welcome home,” he whispered in my ear. When we entered Lucifer’s home, it was almost modern yet old fashioned inside. There were old paintings from years before my time. I said they may be but I’d love to be a fly on the wall when they start fucking. I turned around to see where they were in the club. To my surprise, I saw Shelly give Katrina her drink and left. Katrina was dancing with guy and Shelly went to the same dark spot in the club where we first met. My curiosity got the best of me so I went to go talk to Shelly. I then hear the last call for alcohol over the speakers. I asked Shelly how her night was going and she said “good”. Just then Katrina. ”She was right; I needed to calm down. I took his gift, designer lace panties in my size, up to my office and studied them for a moment. They were soft, delicate, finely cut and stitched, and of much better quality than my Amazon-purchased panties.Mentally shrugging, I removed my budget thong from under my short cotton skirt and tried them on. Not only were they comfortable, but they fit perfectly. I secretly wished I could afford them for daily wear.With my insecure, jealous rage subsiding, I. Lucy, Willow and Emily were all sat there watching Cora and laughing at her even though they all knew what Cora was going through. All 3 had gone through the same experience and regularly still do when their boyfriend get them to wear their own remote controlled vibrators and control them over the internet. In fact, Lucy had worn hers all that day at work and George had driven her crazy and actually made her cum whilst she was sat at her desk supposedly working.There was no name guessing in.