A strange glow was seen to start from wherever those drops hit the demon.The demon screamed in rage and pain, and held out its now scaly hands. A dark...ess flew from his hands, that enveloped both Jason and the priest. Jason cut through his section with his glowing sword.Jason cast a glance at Father Ignatius, and saw that he had a glow of some sort keeping the darkness off him. Jason was reassured that he was safe for the moment. Father Plimpton was lying immobile on the floor.The demon was now. At Marci’s instruction, I unzipped the dress and pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side then stood and watched as she straddled the loo, her back to the cistern. She put her hands between her thighs and, spreading her labia began to direct a flow of pee into the toilet bowl. As the flow subsided, Marci said ‘Now, come here, get on your knees and lick my cunt clean.’ I did as instructed, running my tongue along the slit, into the folds of her labia, then around her clit. ‘“Oh yes,. He had been taken to hospital suffering from shock and was in no fit state for such an important business discussion. He had managed to get hold of his assistant, who, whilst not being fully briefed, was able to meet with us, although the discussion that followed was somewhat inconclusive. We returned to London on the late afternoon flight. Despite the absence of the key individual, a number of important issues had nevertheless been raised and we felt that some of them needed to be addressed. Yes, it goes just where you think it does. Which limits what she can wear with it, and where. Today she was sans-tailpiece. She'd compensated by putting her gorgeous red hair up in a tight pony-tail that flounced whenever she turned her head.I tried wearing my hair like that once when my hair was long enough to manage it. It looked more like a blond puffball than a ponytail. That was before I'd settled on a short, bushy do as being more suitable for me. More practical too. My hair doesn't obey.