I reached out for him, then squatted down to give him a blow job. My legs were spread, my free hand was fingering my pussy. I was getting myself off... when Brian lifted me to the counter and spread my legs. His face went in for some afternoon lunch. He ate my pussy juice and some of what was left in me from the guys. Brian fingered and ate my pussy til i began to squirt in his face. Brian lapped up my juice and said we need to fuck. I raised my eyebrows and started for my bedroom, Brian. “Thanks dad, you look good too.” I patted the ground between my legs. When he kneeled down, I think he figured it out.“Sweetie. No, we can’t do this.” His hands grabbed my knees and pressed them together.“It’s okay dad. Remember, last time I tried to fake it? Well . . .” I tapped the phone to cast the image to the TV. With a small tripod I mounted the phone and positioned it to the side. Checked the image on the TV and made a few adjustments. I spread my legs and scooted closer to him. “See, my. Ben moaned, holding my head down and pushing his dick back into my mouth. "Aw shit suck my dick oh my God suck it" he said I continued to suck him, tasting pre cum already in my mouth. "MMMMMM I Love your Dick, Ben" moaning and spiraling my tongue around the head, and then taking him deep into my throat and sucking hard. My lips rested at the base of his dick, knowing that I can only stay that way a few seconds before I will start to gag on his engorged cock. I pulled him out, and then deep. All such agreements eventually come to an end, and there is always some sort of completion clause to the contract. That completion clause usually entails going home with the Devil and serving that old goat’s whims in some terribly grotesque and painful fashion.But there is also always some sort of escape clause in the contract. Lucifer likes to include escape clauses in all of the contracts because it gives people a false sense of hope that they will not face an absolutely certain future of.