He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Chris’, asking him with teeth and tongue to open. Chris gave in, and allowed Ebima to slide his long ...ongue into his mouth and around his own. He slid his hands under Ebima’s tunic, running over the silky hair on his chest. Ebima growled into Chris’ mouth, slid his hands under the boy’s thighs and lifted him. Chris responded by wrapping his legs around the demon’s waist, clinging to him. Ebima walked backwards until he sat them in the chair next to. Swack! Crack! Swapp! Smack! I moaned, I twisted, I writhed In agony.And I wondered what else Dorothy had planned for me. Would she reallygive me to Ronnie? I wished bitterly that I had never tried assuming alesbian identity at all. Or that I hadn't been foolish enough toblackmail my tough, sexy, gay secretary. Or that I'd been too smart tofall into her simple trap. And most of all, I wished I hadn't destroyed those photos.That's right. I had burned them months ago, that afternoon beforeDorothy. I wondered if she thought about me hoping as she had boring sex with her hubby she was wishing it was me or if she was alone playing with herself behind her closed eyes was the thought of me kissing her teasing her until she came hard. Anyway just fantasies then one day late at night very drunk I sent her some pretty tame but flirty texts next day sober got the fear but she just laughed it off. We soon started flirting in office and I noticed she would come in make up and hair sharp, slightly. Perhaps that’s why…’ This was some kind of joke, a game that he was playing on her, right? This couldn’t be Tyr’s son… couldn’t be her… No… Sandra let out the breath she wasn’t aware she’d been holding, trying to avoid his gaze, ‘Perhaps that’s why… what?’ ‘It’s been boring, toying around, torturing demons that have stepped out of line… torturing other guests that my father has already had the pleasure of being with first. This time though… it looks like I’m first… am I right?’ His hands slid.