She reached down and stroked a finger in it, and brought it to her lips to taste. Her eyes closed as she sucked on her finger, and a relaxed beautiful...smile spread across her face. She opened her eyes and saw me admiring her beauty. Then she remembered the game, and the smile was gone. "That's eight," she said harshly. "Get up here so we can deal with them before the phone rings again." I had no idea what she intended, but I was looking forward to getting off of my knees. I did not bother to. Fred nonchalantly lifted up his shirt, showing several sets of scratch marks going across his chest, all in threes. His friends all gasped in shock, understanding why they hadn’t seen Fred these past weeks. This demon must have been ruining his life.“Yep,” Dave sighed, “that’s a demon. They always do everything in threes. Christians seem to think that it’s to mock the holy trinity.”“Fred,” said Kate, “you need to call someone. Find some ghost hunters like on the sci-fi channel. Do a house. "Oh god!" she repeated louder. She suddenly lost control and her torso fell to the table and she began to shake and convulse uncontrollably.Her scream was followed by a warm wet sensation on my thighs and legs. I looked down and found that she was squirting once again. I reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart and extracted my cock from her ass, her squirt spraying it as I did so. Her scream was piercing and rattled around in my skull like a BB in a tin can, but I didn't care.I watched. Flying it single pilot was Bob Lemke. Vicky had gone over his qualifications. He was her age at forty-one. He was a retired Naval aviator who had flown "Tomcats." And he had been a "Top Gun" and "Top Gun" instructor. Shane had commented that there was not a better fighter pilot in the world. Odessa was paying him $130,000.00 a year with a guaranteed retirement of $100,000.00 per year for life. He was worth it. Odessa used their own aircraft with Bob flying it for clients that wanted the very.