” Quentin put down the receiver and came back to his chair. “Julia is my wife’s slave,” he explained. “She used to be mine but I gave her to...Melissa as a wedding present.”Simone’s mouth opened. There was shocked incredulity in her eyes. How could such unbelievably monstrous things be said in such a matter-of-fact way?“Are you beginning to believe me now?” asked Quentin.“Of... of course not... it... it’s not possible... ” The dark head shook and hung momentarily. “For some reason or another.... My wife loves to dance and I don't so I usually watch while she dances with anyone who will ask her.Given my fantasy it was only natural (for me anyway) to watch her dance and to try and visualize what she would look like fucking her dance partner. She danced with several guys that night as I sipped my drink and watched. Actually it was as I sat, watched and got a hard on. As we were driving home that night Sally said to me, "What was on your mind tonight? Every time I looked over at you I. They were beautiful, beautiful beyond measure or reason, creatures of lust and carnal airs, and could turn the heart of a saint from the heavens in a nonce. But they lacked in one respect; they could only mock the act of lovemaking, but never bring it to the fulmination to which Heaven intended.Incubi and Succubi could not bear offspring.Usually, that is.Once in a century, once in a dozen centuries, a succubus will feel her belly swell and know that she has conceived. Not from any one of her. Warm, strong hands played up his flat, smooth belly and onto his well developed chest. Fingers gently tweaked his tiny nubs and he sighed as pleasure shot through his body, seeming to reverberate and intensify as it did so. His whole body was one large sexual organ; he felt like a giant cock being licked to explosion or a massive butthole receiving an army of men all at once. His brain was confused and over stimulated. What sensation was he to concentrate on? The probing tongue that electrified.