‘No thank you,’ Tracey replied politely, her voice with just a tremble, ‘I’m waiting for someone.’ The man who sat down next to Tracey was ...ot just any man, he was the President of Satan’s Servants and was called Lucifer. He had been watching Tracey since she entered the bar. His eyes had undressed her and imagined what those huge tits looked like without that sweater. After being assured she was alone, he decided to find out. ‘Well, maybe I’m who you’re waiting for’ Lucifer said and . I am curvy with long hair and big green eyes that like to change colors on me. Normally my love life is safe and normal but occasionally I get a bit rowdy and decide I want to take things up a notch. This is one of those times. It was storming outside that night in our little Ohio town with giant claps of thunder and strikes of lighting. I had brought home some stories for my husband to see if I could get him turned on. It must have worked because he asked if it was time to go to our bedroom. I. Let me go get my purse, ” said Jessica in a calmer tone as she hurries to get her purse.Alex walked Jessica to her car, as they stand there she looks away shyly as he smiles as her. Jessica can’t help to blush from his gaze. He stands in front of her and her back against her car. She reached for her keys in her purse, her hands trembling with excitement of what could happen next. Jessica keys slip from her fingers and fall to the ground. Alex leans down get them before she has a chance, his. Looking at my watch, and seeing she would be about ready to leave her nearby office about now, I hit the activate button on the remote. An evil smile on my lips as my cellphone buzzed to announce a text received."You bitch! Where are you?" Obviously I ignored it. At that very instant,the door was flung open, almost hitting the back of my stall, and my super-confident young professional flounced in the door with a few work colleagues in tow. She marched straight to the bar, dropped her beautiful.