It tinkled when he shook it. The young servant appeared immediately.“Summon Tabik and Karl Denke.”“Pardon, Master.” De Sade said carefully. �...If I may ask, the name “Karl Denke” sounds human. Is a human soul your best hunter?”The demon just smiled, flipped to a specific page in the thick book, and turned it around for de Sade to read.Karl Denke. Prussian serial killer who preyed on travelers and the homeless from 1903 to 1924. Thirty confirmed kills. Cannibal and seasoned outdoor hunter. Hell. I kind of sat on her thighs and first pinched her nipples with both hands and slapped those breasts which moved wonderfully.finally I went for vagina which I first kissed and started working with my tongue and in between kissing on her inner thighs and pinching of nipples, she reached her climax soon only and that look of satisfaction on her face was marvellous.even her eyes were thankful for that orgasm.she was exhausted and wanted to have chocolate, but I agreed on one condition no panties. "In my fantasy, you are going down on her." I suggested."You are a pervert." The images of the old Eileen licking my wife's young twat invaded my thoughts."Have you ever sucked a cunt?" I asked her."Never. Never had the opportunity." Rex was licking my bare soles. I pushed him away, and turned the aging granny onto her stomach. I gave her old bubble butt a few slaps and opened the cheeks to view the crack in all its glory. She has a very nice asshole indeed, for a woman her age."Are you going. My beauty. June attracted to my beauty. All of it swirls around me and haunts me. And those eyes. Her amber eyes. I catch them in mirrors and in strange women walking down the street. What is she?“Carl?”“Yeah?” he asks from the kitchen.“Do you think I’m beautiful?” I ask slowly. I hear the clatter of him placing his dish on the counter in frustration.“Sarah …” he sighs.“What?”“We have this conversation all the time.”“So?”“Well, if I haven’t convinced you before, what makes you think this time.