The woman drew her injured hand close to her body, staring up tearfully at him."This is gonna be good, uhh... what's your name again?" Betty," the att...active blond said, pushing the hair from her eyes."Betty," Jack said, cocking his head to one side. "Nice, wholesome-sounding name. We're gonna do something that's not so wholesome, though."He opened the first cabinet and pulled out a large four- legged bench, straps near the bottom and top of the forward legs."Of course, we've got to get you out. Thank you, Tom." She gave the guy a peck on the cheek."Gh?"She looked at Bilson. "Yes, back to Hell...and you're coming with me, Aaron. I can't take the soul of my master unless he kisses me himself, but you're not *her* master."He looked up at the other demon, terrified, and met her eyes. So beautiful...he couldn't look away.Her lips met his and he groaned, another load of cum squeaking out of his ruined genitalia. She left him there, his eyes wide open, staring into a distance that did not. I laid down as Stephanie knelt down on the bed beside me. I let out a small gasp under my breath as her delicate fingers wrapped around my hardness. “Blow or hand?" she said. I thought about it for a moment. “Surprise me."“You got it." She started to nurse the tip at first, which was already wet in the first place and began to go to town on the shaft by stroking it gently at first, then increased speed gradually. She was doing such a good job as I stroked her hair gently. She was experienced,. My panties felt damp as the door swung shut behind us. This was no time for small talk but a bottle of Champagne sat on ice in a tripod bucket by the bed. He was very thoughtful; I had the big luxury bed, the bubbly, a sweet mature guy, but no music. Fuck the music, I thought as the cork banged out of the neck of the bottle, he handed me a glass and I downed it in one, discarding it on the dresser then reaching behind me to unclasp my dress I pulled the zip and down it went. The midnight-blue.