You wrapping your arms around me, making me feel loved and safe. Making me feel whole again. Thoughts and images of you come to my mind and before lon..., I am wet all over again... My pussy is throbbing to be touched by you. I can't have your hands on my pussy. I can't have your fingers slowly fucking me, bringing me higher and higher to my climax. I can't have your tongue teasing me, and my clit. I crave it so bad, but I just can't have it. I hate not getting what I want. I want you, is that so. His discomfort was obvious at seeing a woman standing in the hall outside the booth he had jerked off in moments earlier. A whiff of testosterone and semen hit Sandy like a dart sending a tingle though her that made her pussy contract as if it held a cock that had just come. Sandy passed an open door in booth number seven, which was empty and stepped through door number eight into a small room no larger than her linen closet at home. She quickly closed the door behind her and flipped the lock. She kissed the tip, her lips soft and chaste. Then her tongue slipped out and licked the tip, right along the crease. I watched the way her tongue curled back into her mouth and she closed her eyes, like she was enjoying some rich dessert from her restaurant. Then she pressed her lips to me again, parting them enough that her tongue could gingerly wash up and down the tip.I groaned. What she was doing felt fantastic and at the same time, I worried about what would happen when this was over,. It was clear that the demon was dead."Aye, see devil, even an old man can smite thee with god's help!"Just to the right of the demon lay a small pocket book, Thomas retrieved it and flicked through the pages. The strange symbols made no sense at all, clearly this had been written in the language of hell itself. Thomas slid the book into his pocket for safe keeping. Then he knelt beside his fallen foe and uttered a short prayer."Lord, forgive this beast, be it ever so fell & foul. Please grant.