My mother Richa was dying of cancer at the time that she met my father James, a Medical student from Kano City in Nigeria studying at the University o... Manipur campus in downtown Imphal City. My father spoke to this Haitian voodoo guy, a Bokor, who summoned the Demon Lord Aeshma Daeva. The Demon healed my mother, and all he asked in return was the soul of her firstborn. My parents thought they could weasel out of the deal by not having any brats. Well, I was born. Doomed before I even began.. Before we'd finished, we had two huge shopping baskets full of bras, panties, teddies, negligees, swimsuits, and a couple of garter belt, stockings, and Merry Widow outfits that I knew would look fucking awesome on Jessica. I couldn't wait for the "after shopping" lingerie modeling session that I'd insisted she'd have to put on for me. I wasn't sure I could wait until we got back to my house either.I was amazed that Jessica seemed to really get into our joint "bra/panty/sexy sleepwear" venture. "It would make me gag to even get close to his crotch. You smelled like body wash and clean sweat. I'm still afraid to try." I bet I don't smell like that anymore," I said playfully. "A certain gorgeous woman keeps squeezing her love juices all over me, so it probably tastes like her. Do you like the way you taste?"She blushed but didn't reply."Do you know what I think I should do?" I asked in a serious tone.Her head popped up, and her eyes were round with fear. She started to shake her head. I. Zax now understood why although the crew on the fishing boat had the good intentions of warning him, they were hesitant of to allowing him on the boat. ‘I can feel similar fluctuation to those of the ships’ protective formation, but nothing further. It can’t even be drawn to a spatial ring ... If I bet right, this will eventually only work in my favor, I guess... ‘ Finally he had the confidence to grin, even though rage brew in his stomach, even if by doing so the orange haired man will be.