Black tentacles were moving across the window on the outside like a swarm of Lovecraftian monsters trying to bury the White House under their bodies. ...��Oh fuck...” Jake muttered. Those words were followed by a scream, Jake being grabbed and hoisted into the air. Collins fell to the floor and saw the demon, clinging to the ceiling with Jake in his grip. Jake was howling in terror as Scourge brought him up to his face. The hood of his cloak enveloped him, his body being drawn inside like it was a. She chatted with Rick several times over the weekend and he said the his friend was really anxious to meet her. He would be in town Tuesday. He would not tell her anything about the guy which actually excited. Told her he would get a report and she better be good. He told her to wear the slutty dress she wore in Vegas along with the slut anklet and nothing underneath. So we were set up to meet him at 7pm at the St Francis Hotel. In the lounge area. Rick said to go in the lounge and he would. "No!" she said, shoving him out the door so she could lock it shut. "Why?" he said confused, after the way she had just responded to his kiss."I have to go home," she said, walking back to her car. "You don't have to," he followed her. "I have to go home now!" she said sternly, opening the car door and slipping in without looking at him again. "Can I see you again?" he asked through her rolled down window as she started the engine. "I don't think that will be a good idea," she said as she. He asked me to look at it carefully and feel free to touch it. Which I did. He lay back on the couch and opened his legs a bit. I got real close studying his cock very closely. Occasionally I would look down to mine to compare. Eventually I asked what it was used for. Thanks conservatives in education for cancelling sex ed. And my conservative parents for never teaching me. Because my neighbor taught me about it, I have always had a love for the cock since I was a decade old.He told me it was.