My idea was tried and it worked. My reward was to be elevated to the position of Tormentor, Third Class.During the next two centuries, I received seve...al promotions ending up as one of Hell’s Tormentor Supervisors. My boss, Simon Legree, was the Manager of the Department of New Souls and reported directly to Lucifer. I figured that it would take another millennium or two before my boss would receive a lateral transfer to the Department of Old Souls and I would have a chance at his. Susannah turned towards the room barrier and found her father, the intense gaze on his face. He had a small smirk and his eyes were bloodshot. It took Susannah a moment to realize that he was not looking at her face. His eyes flashed from her breasts to the small thatch of hair over her maidenhood. That smirk remained and Susannah stood frozen. It took her a second to spin back around and dive into the gown. Still he stood watching her, that smirk on his face. The material clung to her wet skin. Looking over the other side of the room I can see our reflection in the full-length mirror. My wife’s pert little ass in the air and the back of her head bobbing up and down on my rigid member. I could see her pussy was swollen and wet and those skimpy little knickers couldn’t hide the fact. I reached out over her back, gently pulling the underwear, all the while looking in the mirror opposite. Her plump, open pussy glistened through the soaked material and the edges of her little dirt-box were. Usually, it seemed that his cock was so excited to be inside a pussy for a change, that it practically came right away. He could hold off from premature ejaculation during foreplay by not stimulating his cock continuously, pulling away periodically from her sweet hands when she was stroking it, or avoiding resting his cock on her body for too long. He could also perform cunnilingus indefinitely, which she always loved; when she started cumming from his tongue, she would have him insert his cock.