He liked that of course, and pulled me close to him in an embrase and started sticking his tongue into my mouth. We kissed, standing there, for a coup...e of minutes when he got down on his knees and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I told him that he would have to wait for my husband - as my husband loves that stuff, but likes to know exactly whats going on. Bill said he just wanted to have a little taste, so I let him lick me a bit. I lifted my one leg up a little, so he could really get his. The ultimate cuckolding of Christ, you know. The ultimate expression of my Satanic supremacy. Tabby, might I suggest an incel? Think of the message that would send to the lot of them. Their incel days are over! Yes, yes, that would work very well for my purposes!” Dean flashed his eyes red as he grinned at the thought of bedding a nun and siring more Satanic spawn.“And you?” Tabby asked me now.“Oh, not to worry. I’ll think of someone,” I thought back to that sassy pastor’s daughter who sucked. However, she would take it sportingly and never expressed her disapproval. I had noticed that many times Anita would pass me in such a way that her protruding breasts would touch or brush with my elbows or chest or arms. I suspected that many times this could have been deliberate. However, I could not be sure. I was taken in by Anita’s charms, grace and physique. I particularly could barely resist her breasts. I had squeezed them liberally and fucked her many times in my dreams. Once when I was. Quickly getting to his feet, he grabs the artifact and slips from his cubicle.He finds her in the breakroom, munching on some pizza from a box in the center of the table that she is sitting at. “Want some pizza?” she asks. “I had it delivered.” Marshall nods, feeling his member hardening. “Would you like some soda?”“Sure,” he says, taking a seat across from Katrina.The woman gets up, grabs a cup and pours the dark liquid from the bottle. After returning to the table with it they begin to chat a.