He made me a ... futa as well as a demon. It kinda backfired, because I’m even more beautiful than I used to be, and that’s saying a lot.“Now, y...u’ve ... paid ... with considerable honor, someone else’s debt. The very thing that Christ supposedly did for you mortals. I like you. You’re friendly, loyal, hedonistic, honest, tough, smart, all kinds of good traits that we can definitely use down in Hell, trust me. People don’t go there just to be tormented, or else I wouldn’t prioritize some souls. He was so big, he filled the stall, but she adored the contact her small body made with his, and especially liked the wet nudging of his distended prick.Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he began to slide his hands over her trembling body. It felt marvelous, all slippery and foaming, and she wiggled when he washed her tits. Her nipples got so hard they ached, and she took one wrist to move her daddy's hand on down to her belly.He went between her thighs, manipulating her. He was an old pro and knew how to get the best out of an interview. But the worrisome part for me was when they opened the phone lines and I was expected to talk to the public and answer their questions.It was unnerving. If I wasn't being praised for being a hero, I was being told I was under the guidance of God. One man suggested that I'd set all these accidents up to make me look good. Yikes! An elderly woman praised me for being brave and doing the right thing, and then went on to tell the. Wealth beyond his imagining and power over the stupid ignorant people who worshipped other gods would be his reward.David was fearful but his will was slowly beginning to crumble thinking about all that could be his if he began to worship Satan. Finally seduced by the thought of riches and power he told Roger that he was willing to do whatever it took. He told him that he would join him as his acolyte though he was not really sure what that word meant.He now somehow knew that Roger really was.