In fact, she didn't even have a memory lapse."Oh, that's right. I'm in Hell."And she had been thoroughly ravished by a bodybuilding demon."Shiiiiit."S...e remembered everything. Falling in love, being fucked doggy style, orgasming... And changing. She rushed to the mirror above the sink."Oh No. Nooooo no no no no NOO."She was a Japanese. And cute. Gone was her lanky frame halfway between intimidating and pitiful. Her sharp stare. Her hard features. The girl in the mirror was small and perfectly. He every now and then he grabbed her hair on both sides of her head and fucked her mouth chanting" fuck her face". Hell, at that time in our lives we never heard the phrase, face fuck as we were learning first hand indeed. He roughly picked up Monica and marched her to the foot of the bed, pushed her down into a squat with her back on the bed he stood over her and shoved his cock back into her mouth again chanting "fuck her face" as he fucked her mouth. Although I dearly enjoyed what was taking. "It’s not going to get any bigger is it." No, but I quite fancy you dressing like this all day." Your little cock will be rock hard, poor you." I could invite some mates around." What about your work?" I’ve got enough to retire, Jack could run the business, so could Amy for that matter, My joints are not up to golf. If you dress this way all my mates will want to come over."“Mates?”“Specially invited guests; but they’d be best mates afterwards and want to come again. I could insist they wore. ’”“I’m pretty sure there’s no smoking in here.” Susan spoke up. The lightning crash in the song timed with it, in a way she couldn’t have possibly planned.Helen stared into her eyes. Troy tried to break the standoff by getting his head between them and speaking to Susan first.“Susan, Contessa Helena de San Finzione has diplomatic immunity. She smokes when and where she wants.” He turned back to look Helen in the eye. “One of the more annoying ways she establishes dominance wherever she.