He looked up as Anne came through the door and smiled warmly at the blonde.Anne was wearing black and gold again, this time a dress that stopped just ...bove her knee but flared widely allowing her to move, and with a high collar but fitted across the bust. Stan had described it as 'form following', which was exactly the effect desired. She had her gold shoes on again, they went well with her dress, and of course her hair colour matched as well. Anne'soutfit was completed by a pair of small gold. After working for a bit longer I realized I was still incredibly horny. I went back to pleasuring myself. I was so, incredibly wet already and that would only make my job much easier. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and just let my hands do all the work. I was nearly humping my fingers with my body, so much so that the wood chair was wet with my own juices. I was completely unconscious of the noise I was making. From anyone who was walking by the door it would be incredibly obvious what. I was quiet, moving almost not at all, but she finally got it that something was going on, half drunk as she was."What ya doing?" she finally asked."I'm fucking Ann," I said. Romy said something like omigod and tried to get up, and then Ann did something I didn't expect her to do. She grabbed her hand and said, "Stay."She sat up and took her shirt off, and her skirt too. "Look at his dick, it's beautiful," she said and got on her back, spreading open. I took my shorts off, too, and laid on top. Their bright happy colors only added to evilness of their aura. Owen could almost sense echoes of screaming people around them. He could hear passed women and children wailing and crying around them. Their hands were always poised, posed, fingers pointing and reaching, like a mannequin’s. They surrounded the man Owen feared most, the one who made his heart both sink, and feel like it was being squeezed at the same time- Mephisto. There he stood, amongst his followers in the elevator. He was.