"Yeah," I say. "It's one of my sisters' birthdays, and they've got aparty tonight and, well, yeah." How old are they?" Melissa asks."Six," I reply. "K...nda why I'd rather be here, heh. Though it would benice to be at a party where no one even knows that I'm not, you know,'XX'." Heh," Melissa chuckles. "I bet it's a cute party, though. And I'vesaid before how jealous I am that you have so many little sisters,heh." Oh- definitely," I say. "Dorothy's kinda got it hard, being in themiddle of six,. There was nothing to do but watch her work and enjoy the ride. Oddly enough, her technique was rather crude, almost as if this was the first blow job she had ever attempted. Still, what the demon lacked in experience was more than compensated by a single-minded devotion to the task at hand.She paused, eyes going wide, and slowly drew back. Logan watched her lick a drop of precum from the head, and swallow. She looked up at him. Her lantern eyes were dilated and unfocused. The demon growled. ”All those naked women”.“Ah yes, the paintings” she said, her breath warming my cheek. “My husband has some rather, ah, sophisticated tastes. He may be joining us later. That is if you want to stay. Beverly and myself know how to give a man an exciting time, but our little games are not, as you may have guessed, for the prudish or those too boringly fixated on specific gender stereotypes”.Oh my. Gorgeous, elegant, intelligent and perverted. She moved to face me.“So” she said sharply, “do you. I could do things with that machine no one else could do.”“Interesting.”“So what about you?”Peter said, “My story is a little simpler. I’m small and lightweight. It was even worse back when I was younger and physical strength meant so much to kids. There was a bully who kept picking on me in second or third grade. He’d hit me and I’d go home with bruises or black eyes.“My parent’s answer was that I needed to learn martial arts so that I could protect myself. After a couple of lessons, I tried.