“I am merely conjoining to procreate an heir,” I added.“A male heir, if I fail I shall of course lay again until I produce one.” Camelia added...“Over my dead body,” Mother snapped, “You strumpet!”“I wouldn’t call him a strumpet,” Camelia replied.“Not him, you, you hussy,” Mother snapped back, “And you can go, go far away and never come back.” “Actually mother,” I reminded her. “Firstly It’s my house and if anyone is going anywhere it is you to the Dower House, and second you have done nothing. "However you like, but I've got to have you, you're so wet."Sue took him off the dance floor and to a room at the end of the bar where there were lots of bar stools.She unfastened her blouse completely to free her breasts and bent over a tall stool. She felt like a real slut, her tits hanging from her open blouse, her cunt on offer and available to this man who she barely knew.He immediately lifted her skirt, folding each part back to reveal her bare bottom and cunt and she heard his trousers. So, how about it? Deal?” Satan spat on his hand and offered me a handshake.“Deal,” I spat on mine and shook his.“Praise be,” the Devil laughed as he vanished yet again.“So, we have two pacts with Lucifer, and he already broke the first one, I might add,” Marcy recalled, “however, Heaven approves of this. At least it keeps the Devil out of trouble and prevents him from stirring up the wrong kind of shit. As long as he stays out of Heaven and doesn’t try to bring back Hell, Satan can almost do as. “Good,” Master San said bending over me and taking me into his mouth.“Oh God, Oh God,” I began to pant franticly at first. I was breathing rapidly through my mouth like some pregnant lady in a documentary. I involuntarily gulped a larger amount of air and tried to exhale slowly. On my next intake, I forced myself to breath through my nose. Slowly I regained some control but I knew no amount of breathing was going to stop what was coming.“Good,” Master San said again releasing my cock, “That.