But he knew my limits and knew how to get me to agree to do whatever he asked. He kissed me on my neck one more time, told me to only wear what he had...laid out and not to put on any underwear. Then smacking my bare ass he told me to hurry up and get dressed and left the room. On the chair he had placed a pair of white hot pants that I loved to wear but usually save them for going out at night to a friendly bar not where there would be almost 80,000 people. These are extremely tight and short. I. It felt her thong with its dick, it was soaking wet. She was turned on, he could feel the heat, from her folds.It wasn't her fault really. Demons have auras to bring out the side they want to bring out.He grabbed her thong and with one fluent pull he yanked it clean from her body. He got to his knees ripping the middle of the skirt wide open as he leaned in. She cried as she cracked her empty pistol against the monstrous mans head over and over, but it did nothing. The only thing she could do. She repeated it up his other tense leg.She drew back for a moment, gazing at his prick with an experienced eye. It looked like a melting vanilla ice cream cone as his cock-knob overflowed, but she judged that she had a few more minutes to enjoy the preliminaries before there was any danger of him shooting off too soon.That, in point of fact, was why the first step in her sordid seduction had been limited to letting the boy jack off onto her – because she knew that it would take longer to cum. Making out still, her hands tussled through my hair, then to my cheeks and eventually they wandered down to my D cup breasts where she flopped one out of my bra. “What if someone sees?”I managed to whisper when I pulled away from her mouth, breathlessly looking behind her at the other passengers. She ignored me, took my other boob out and began ravishing at my breasts with her hands, pinching my nipples gently and making me whine with pleasure. I started rubbing her ass, gave her a little.