. no, begged, for my physical love. An identical table to the one she gorged herself on sat in the corner, set with the same delicate silverware.It wa... like we never left.But we had.She was now in my most private of sanctums. I had trusted a member of the Light with the one place on this Earth I felt safe. But she was MINE.Mine to fuck.Mine to control.Mine to ... love?No.A demon has no soul in the eyes of the Lord. One with no soul cannot love. Of that I am sure. There is no hope for one such. "Well, the magical studies I'veread show that men respond much better than women when it come totransforming them into my perfect women... namely bisexual sluts. Ithas to do with the hormone reactions, especially the estrogen rush thatthe body undergoes." Wait... did you say bisexual slut?" Why yes, I did. Which reminds me..." Rob spoke an ancient word, thatwould allow him access to he second part of the spell.Stephen's eyes widened as his mind opened like an old library book,ready to be. She wore no panties. I dropped my pants and pushed my skivvies floorward kicking them off in the process. I coaxed her legs apart and she accommodated me. I pushed six inches of steel hard male flesh inside of her. I began screwing her slowly; I knew I couldn’t last, but I promised myself that I would get her off with a second go ‘round. Either that or orally; I wasn’t going to be an asshole today, no siree-boberino!I did last for some few minutes before I began driving into her with everything. I couldn't help but wonder if she was speaking from experience.I drove for a few miles, hoping that the further we got out of town, the more traffic would thin out. We finally saw a driveway with a clearing that was hidden from the road by a row of trees. It was now or never. I realized that my wife was too drunk to get out of the van or get herself undressed. This was going to be harder than I thought.I opened the sliding side door and tried the position we would be using for sex. Wow, not.