. , “ Jane told me, leading me to her kitchen.Jane eagerly made roast beef sandwiches for each of us, though she seemed to feel that there wasn’t ...nough of a meat-to-bread ratio. I chuckled, knowing that vegetarianism was very likely to decline in Hollywood after my takeover, after decades of being on the upswing. Demons weren’t herbivorous by any stretch of the imagination. Every bone was a carnivorous one. I enjoyed watching the way that Jane’s appetite increased and the playful way that she. He reached down and pulled the choli up over Nirmala’s head and stuffed it in his pants pocket.Looking at Norma, he explained, “Souvenir.”Nirmala’s tits struck straight out now, small like teacups. He tweaked the soft areolas so the small, dark brown nipples hardened.Next he put his hand between her legs, clutched the front of the panties and yanked so that they ripped right off. (He slipped the panties in his pocket too!)Nirmala noticed that Norma’s face now looked like Jack’s and wondered why. She pulled back and said softly “just the thought that one of the boys I fucked was my brother has my pussy all wet” She now had her hand on the front of my pants and my rock hard dick. I reached out and pulled down her halter-top her large pink nipples were standing straight out and I began to play with them as I now jammed my tongue in her mouth. I moved down to her tits and began sucking them gently as they got even harder. Sue was now moaning and trying to get my pants undone. I picked her. The Prince Prospero IS the POTUS. Allegory. Metaphor. Tale. THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATHby, Edgar Allan Poe (1842)THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim were the pest ban which shut.