. killing Lucifer. I happen to have the means to do so ... with this Colt right here,” I announced.“Wait, I thought that it could only wound Archa...gels,” Sam asked.“Not anymore. Let’s say that we ... made some new ... and better bullets that can do more than that,” I heard another voice.Clio. Calliope stood with her and handed me a belt full of special bullets, all designed to work with said Colt, and there were a lot more than just the original thirteen in number. Calliope winked at me as they. Celeste, Mrs.Constanza, had every right to object to her husband keeping a mistressin her house and could have sued for divorce and taken half ofeverything he had. He must have had some other hold over her, but Inever found out what."That night my training began."Paulo made Celeste spend the night at her mother's house and I spentthe night in the master bedroom. It was richly appointed with rugs andnative art and expensive furniture, but all I could see was the kingsize bed."Paulo made me strip. Feeling me cum inside her sent her over the top for her second orgasm while riding my cock. Now, I thought to myself, I could concentration on Ginger’s pussy in my face and dove straight to sucking and nibbling on her clit. Gently biting on the tip of her clit was ultra-sensitive to her. Less than a minute later, her flood gates opened and drenched me, the sofa and floor. Her body shook and spasmed as if she was having a grand mal seizure. When she began squirting again, all I could do was. I kissed her. She smelled of sweat and weeds, soil and sunscreen. She took my beer bottle and frowned because it was empty. Then she took Chris’ and finished what was left. She leaned against the railing and set her heel on one of the crossbars – her sarong fell open slightly, revealing her tan thigh all the way up to her hip.She looked at Chris, “Get me a beer … would you please?”Chris walked off happily.My wife looked at me and smirked.“He wants another go.” I said.My wife said, “Does he?”.