She sees my head sag and go silent and checks the readout on a heart rate monitor. Then she examines the probe for any signs of bleeding but everythin... looks good. With a final thrust all the way she leans over my back and caresses my neck whispering softly into my ear, "so, how do you like it now little boy? have you finally had your fill? too bad if you have because there is soooo much more to come." She smiles and hugs me for a bit basking in the thought of all that fire and pain flooding. I don't know anyof the details, only that the whole thing is being referred to around the officehere as 'Operation Mason.' Be careful, and take care ofyourself! JP Despite the seriousness of the message, John Thompson smiled. Smart girl,he thought. Nobody would pay attention to that subject heading. Then he frowned.Ms. Jennifer Patrick ("JP") was not his real daughter. She had been marriedat one time to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They. I can't help that, um..." I stammered, not sure whether she was horrified or-- She turned abruptly back to me, mouth twisting down towards an erotic sneer, eyes flashing. "Oh, shit, baby-- I could. I sure could fucking help that thing. A lot." Her words came out in a breathless rush. Her gaze went boldly back to my cock. "Pretty sure it could help me, too... Jesus, fuck." It was pleading, almost a whimper. A shuddering exhalation was all I could manage. I was bending the filter of the. Fight wizards, witches and creatures from some terrible nightmare. Any one of those things would be unbelievable, but I've seen too much to believe my eyes were fooled. You say you've lived for hundreds of years and I don't doubt you. My question, once again: What is the price for all this power?”Cereza traced the outline of her wine glass a few times with a single finger. Finally, she looked up.“The price is... eternal damnation.”“What?!? Like, fire and brimstone?”“Yes” she nodded solemnly..