I watched his eyes play over my slim body as I drew my arms back and he even pursed his lips a bit, ‘nothing to be ashamed of there’ he reassured....Even though I was frankly mortified at the whole thing, my cock seemed to have a life of it's own and had filled to a full-on youthful erection. And I could see he had a very noticeable bulge in his pants that he was making no effort to hide !I sat down and considered my next move, hell, he had got me naked but I still wanted my money back ! But in. I need you to fuck my ass, please fuck my ass now. Please.’ I whispered that we were surely being watched and was this really the time? But she was adamant in her quiet pleading and nearly in tears so I acquiesced – it wasn’t like we had much of a future anyway. She rolled unto her back (she didn’t have the energy or the coordination to get on all fours. I raised and spread her legs and entered her cunt to get a bit of lubrication first. We fucked conventionally for a few minutes and she again. .."Ronnie led me to a mirror on a nearby wall and she removed the coat hanger and donned the coat. She looked at herself in the mirror, and she seemed unable to take her eyes off her reflection. She said, pleased, "Oh, this makes you look so tall and chic. It's so European. Looks kinda French, I think." She buttoned the coat all the way, put her hands in the pockets and turned this way and that. "Steven, you do have a great eye." She bent over, straightened up. She tried to yank the collar out. My face is flushed with embarrassment from being rejected by the Demon of Lust himself. My throat closes and tears threaten to spill. When he lifts me up, cradling me close once more, I turn my head away, hoping he does not notice the wetness on my cheeks. What is wrong with me? My moods are all over the place and I feel like an over-emotional fool. I should not be crying over such a small and stupid thing. Asmodeus ignores me; he must have sensed my ridiculous insecurities and is allowing me.