I didn’t like the idea of giving up control, but I knew I’d willingly put myself in my daughter’s hands and be safe.“Oh, you have no idea,” ...he teased with a promising smile.My nymph of a daughter moved behind me and affixed the blindfold, making sure I couldn’t see anything. She hugged me from behind, moving her hands up and down my body, coming tantalizingly close to my growing cock, but veering away at the last second. How had she become such a skilled temptress at such a young age?Nicole. "Time to meet my friend," she said with a chuckle. In walked another demon, who told Jack her name was Kaga. Kaga stood ten feet tall and with even bigger tits, but also with a flesh and blood penis straight from a futanari hentai cartoon. "Sanzaea and I punish a certain kind of sinners," Kaga explained. "We punish misogynists. You fucking pigs deserve to rot, but not with just lava or that old shit. No, you deserve sexual torture. I'm sure you fantasized about raping girls so here's our way of. Instead, I just sat there, immobile. Getting up my nerve to switch off the ignition, to enter the house. Sweat was building under my arm pits, on my palms -- even the soles of my feet.I closed my eyes, readying myself to face my husband. I decided I couldn't just tell him a story. I couldn't -- wouldn't -- sit out here and make up a lie. I would answer his questions and not elaborate on any of my answers. Nor would I offer more information than he has demanded. Oh, God, I hope things don't go. He also realized now, looking at her in the warm living room, that she was pretty. And he subtly crossed his legs, with the realization that he might start embarassing himself soon.“I think you need to sleep,” she said, and her voice sounded like it came from far away. He nodded in agreement. She stepped close to him, and took his hand. “This way she said,” as he shuffled behind her down the hallway. Her hand was cool, but he could feel the pulse inside of it, surprisingly strong. A minute.