There were a few large wheeled bins there, which didn't smell so weren't containing food waste. We tucked behind them and Julie assumed control of the...situation. ''Kneel down', which he did and she walked forward lifting her skirt until the guy's face was a inch from her cummy pussy. 'Give me your phone' I said, which he did. 'How do you record?' He switched it on for me and handed it back. 'Now' said Julie, 'Lick my cunt' The young man slowly licked length of her slit, repeating, slowly. It took all the patience I had to resist knocking on that door, but I knew it would work out better after the session. Eventually she came out of the bathroom in her robe, smiled at me, and laid down on my day bed while I sat about a yard away in a leather chair. First I did about twenty minutes of deep relaxation, until her diaphragm was working fully subconsciously and she was at the deepest level of responsiveness before total sleep. I asked her if she trusted me, she said yes. I asked her. By the time Frelic removed the tube from her ass, the cool moistness suddenly became an intense burn. Though nowhere near as painful as gehennite, the liquid fire burning in her bowels was enough to drop her down on all fours, writhing and whimpering loudly.Frelic knelt behind his sister and lovingly massaged her bottom with both hands as the cinnamon oil was absorbed into her rectal wall. Finally, after a couple minutes, the burn faded to a gentle warmth, and she slumped down, chest pressed. For the record, I’ve never been a supernatural fanatic. There are things that we don’t understand of course, but I just never had much interest in delving into the occult. If in fact losing my keys, or the television acting strangely were connected to the beyond, then so be it. Outside of the occasional nuisance though, nothing that happened around my apartment those first weeks was actually what I would call paranormal. It wasn’t until the past couple of nights that things had gotten really.