While the standard story is that he was the angel whose job was to bear the light of the Lord before he rebelled, that never rang quite true to me –...calling someone ‘light bearer’ gives them an emotionally positive feel, which seems odd to me for someone who’s supposed to be the Devil, the root of all evil. Now, in the Greek mythos, Prometheus stole fire from heaven and gave it to Mankind, believing that we were being repressed by the gods in being denied this marvellous thing. Prometheus was. I didn't so much cause it hurt like hell. But I was young and willing to please. I got used to it. How'd he do it?Usually with me on my back. He would fuck my pussy and with the juices he would slide it in. He would go slow but gradually go quick. He'd finish in my ass a lot. I like the thought of this. I bet you do!Did he ever want you to lick him afterward?Yes, but that was disgusting. I wouldn't do that. Anything but that. I licked him after vaginal sex though when he asked. I like that to.. Her head lolled back and to the right with her chin jutting upward. She stared at me with both lazy eyes and gave a nod."Cross," she slurred.The way she said that, it reminded me of this guy I saw on a "Faces Of Death" tape when he got his head cracked open by a horse. It sounded like her last breath. A wave of shivers rode the ocean of my body."Right, Cross Road and Banana River Drive." I keyed my radio and called-in the cab number, "141"Dispatch came back, "Go ahead, 141" Got a 10-5 from. “Is that nice Peter?” Jane asked. “Can you feel my tits on your back? Can you feel me against your arse? ““Oh Yes Jane” he squeaked.“Okay let’s see how much you like it Peter”. She pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out pointing towards the ceiling. I thought I heard a shriek from the closet, but Peter was too engrossed with what Jane was doing to notice.She came around and stood in front of him, careful not to obscure the view from the closet. “Stroke it for me Peter, but don’t cum.