In fact, he shouldn’t be there. ‘You shouldn’t be here, Dennis,’ Lois said. ‘What about your folks?’ ‘What about them?’ the young man ...sked. ‘They’re jet-lagged. If it’s like the last time they went to Europe, they’ll probably sleep until noon.’ ‘Dennis!’ Lois, exclaimed. Clutching the covers around her nakedness, she sat up. She was horny, and was sure the young man was, too. Why else would he be there? She knew she should make him go back to his room, but need was beginning to overwhelm her. His body was covered by ugly black burns, his right arm and left leg nothing but black bones, seemingly unrecoverable; the smoldering shockwave induced from a Heavenly Immortal’s attack came up short at taking the life of a cultivator in the Mortal Enlightenment state.The aura of ascension shrouded him, as he was in the midst of evolution, but his lucid frame of mind was deprived of him by the scenes and sounds imposed on him by the Godly Retribution.He saw them die, burnt to ash, saw them torn. ’ I murmured as my cock began to throb in my hand, just as it had a hundred times before. It was guaranteed that more blood would rush to my genitals, giving me the largest erection possible, when the familiar scent of snatch filled my nostrils. I pleased my engorged member with a gentle caress by my right hand, while my left held the creamy crotch of my latest panty find to my face... *** My panty fetish started when I was sixteen. Of course, I lived at home with my parents and like all boys. "In that position?" she asked. "Yes. That one…or maybe a little worse." "So….if I spend 4 hours in bondage I get a one carat ring? "Yes. If you can last 4 hours." He responded. "I hope you do…or longer.It's all up to you Honey….….I've got plenty of money." ------------------------------------------------------ Darla bit down on the huge foam plug in her mouth, and snorted noisily throughher nose. The balance between pain and pleasure was tormenting her. One minute thevibrating demons buried.