I was dying, burning up, being crushed. This was worse than the pain before, worse than the breaking grinding bones or the rape. Why, why had I agreed...to this? My body was gone, lost somewhere. I was going to die and I had so wanted to find out what the demon Zai had meant by his last statement.Experience a life like you've never known ... what had that meant? What kind of life? A life with a demon, with this demon?I realised I could feel my hand. I wasn't quite so lost. I could feel my hand,. “You know, that,” she said as she pointed to my cock.“That’s a cock, and this is a pussy,” I said as I slid a finger between her cunt lips. You need to remember their correct names and use them. I lay back on my bed on my back and brought her down on top of me. I first played with her tittie flesh that was pushed to the side with her laying flat on me. I then worked my way down until my hands were on her butt. “Bring your knees up so you’re straddling me,” I told her.I continued to play. With wine to accompany, we talked and laughed while getting to know each other better. In the end we went to the couch with a bottle of champagne. We were dating for a long time, we were warm because of alcohol and mainly because of the lust we felt for each other, hands played, mouths played, we were undressing slowly, one piece at a time. I started playing with his stick, first with my hands only, then with my mouth and all over my face. I wet the stick with my saliva and then it passed all. I took my finger out and inspected it. There was no cum from her pussy smeared on it. Immediately, I opened her salwar and together with her panty I pulled them down up to her knees adjusting her body. I spread her legs and thighs as much possible and inspected her pussy. Her pussy was small and narrow. In fact, her buttocks and hips were very lean and thin. I wondered it would give her would-be husband a tough time fucking her as his cock would ram no muscles but bones only.I found no.