I hear no sound, no snapping of twigs underfoot, but I feel my Master's presence. My Master has come back for me. He loves me.I say nothing as fingers...stroke my hair. I rub my cheek against the invisible hand, wanting him. A fingernail scrapes lightly across my chest, I feel the gentle pinch of my nipple, the wetness between my legs. I am thankful as the unseen hand follows a path down my belly, between my widespread knees to my vagina, shaved bare as my Master had wished.My Master's fingers. I just explained for him to come over, sit back and relax and watch an x-rated flick I had of the ex-wife.After a little chat, I started to undue his belt buckle. He then helped and slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles.I knelt on the floor and gently started caressing his almost hard dick and balls. I took my time with it and imagined how I like to be teased and tried to do the same to him. He finally relaxed.Now, my dick has been said that it is small. Well, comparing his dick. Actually seen him. That alone was enough to put him high on Zai's list of things to be interested in.The lithe cat demon had made an awful recruiter despite his healing powers, and was far too fond of killing his charges. Shindae said he was sick, fucking his still living prey even while killing them again and again, but Zai knew there were worse proclivities than his own. And anyway, none of the demons he lived with knew about the empathy thing. Empathy was not a skill that demons advertised.. " I said, extending my arm politely, however my new host swooped down to kiss me on both cheeks, taking me aback. They certainly were forward in this country. "I'm afraid Lilliana could not come, she is back at the house. Ok, we go back then." She said as we got into the car.We pulled up to the house which sat on its own off a cul-de-sac; the only break in an otherwise completely natural and beautiful landscape. The car pulled up by the house and we got out. As we were approaching the house,.