Maybe I did. She looks like a fucking model,” I heard from behind me, from none other than the President himself ... Donald J. Trump.“Well, well, ...ell. Look what the cat dragged in ... So, Mr. President, you’re probably wondering what the hell happened to you!” I chuckled at The Donald, who was in full demonic form.“No, it’s pretty obvious what happened to me, I think. You stole my fucking soul. Snatched it from me, using Kim here as bait. So what now? I’m a demon? I can expect what to happen. You could at least come into the room, drop that bag and watch. No need to feel left out."Jarin needed no other invitation. He rapidly walked into the room. As he passed, he dropped the duffel bag he had been holding on the end of the sofa. Once he was into a position he was happy with he spoke again. "This will do just fine. Now, I brought out the little bag of toys Sierra and I have accumulated since I moved here. Feel free to look through them and find any you might want to use." With that,. ” “You are amazing,” she replied as I gently eased her dress from her shoulders; it dropped to the floor. She was wearing a white lace see through bra and matching thong; she looked beautiful. I looked at her side and saw her scar; it was about three inches long. She froze as I moved my head and gently kissed and licked her scar. All of her fears had melted away and she unclipped her bra, letting it fall. She pulled me to her face and kissed me deeply as she tugged at my shorts. She loved. Well there might be people watching, you don't know for sure. He was in and she was squeezing his lights out. "Hold still a minute," she stuttered, "I just. . . . . . . need to. . . . . . . Ooooooo. . . . . . . that's. . . . . . . that's it. . . . . . yes, just there. . . . . Ooooooo, God. . . . . . . Ooooo, she laughed,. . . . . . . sorry, it's supposed to be you, I know, but. . . . . . Oooooo, I couldn't help that one, Ooo, that's better, wow, that was strong, I must have needed.