“Come and play with me – I’ve just had a message saying that XX can’t come and I need to have a game.” I looked at her, her short white ski...t, her white top and trainers with just a hint of sock under her ankle; holding her racket eagerly, expectantly. I laughed. “Won’t be much of a game for you!” “That’s OK, I just need to play someone and there’s no one else around.” “OK. I’ll come down,” I said, as I got up from the lounger I’d been lying on. My flowery shirt and khaki shorts not really. A pure cashmere throw in the deepest blue lay over the arm of her designer cream colored couch. Hanging on the wall, a state of the art plasma screen television and two expensive prints by a well known painter. Her kitchen had every new convenience a woman could want or need. Everything she owned was the best. From her Jimmy Choo shoes to her six hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. It was what she didn’t see that made her sobs so painful. There were no toys strewn across her Persian. As we kissed he ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass pulling my cheeks apart and pinching me, I let out a squeal and started to giggle. He then moved me over to the sink bent me over and told me to face the mirror. He practically ripped my panties off and got down on his knees behind me. I was curious what he was up to until he said,"I want to eat your pussy."He pulled my ass cheeks apart again and this time he stuck his tongue out and ran it up my welcoming hole. The sensation ran. Bear. Lassie.” He dropped me and I hit the ground hard. I gasped for air, my eyes hooded. The Lightbringer shook his head slowly. “Our finances are in arrears. But fortunately, souls delivered directly should last a great deal longer than those delivered via death...”I rubbed my throat, coughing. “What the fuck are you on about?”“You’re going to reroute the portal to my home,” the Lighbringer said, calmly.My eyes widened.“And then you go home,” he said, calmly. “You get to take up the life of.