As is the way with dreams you can never control them, and I found myself twisting and turning, feeling harder to breath until- SPLASH! I burst out of...the bath, throwing tepid water everywhere. I had drifted off and slipped a little under the water, swallowing half a pint of soapy suds, and the bitter taste mixed with the sour flavour of my fantasy gone bad. I dried myself off, cleaned up and headed downstairs. After watching a couple of films I wandered back upstairs and had a very. Artie was weary from the d**g and from the fucking. My father and I grabbed Artie and took him to the room where I would be kept. We threw him onto the swing and chained him, just as he had done to me so many times before. Now for part 5 of the plan. This was a two part step. My father would take over Artie’s role and invite the men in. I would stay away from the men (in case any of them happened to notice me) and get busy getting hard evidence for the police. One by one, cock after cock went. Satan used to punish any soul handed to him from sheer spite. I judge people who arrive according to my own moral code and impose whatever punishment or reward I deem fit. Michael has his system as well for anyone who shows up at the Pearly Gates.“As for the groping thing, hey, I’m a lust demon, as you said. They’re lust demons, too. As for your religion, well, your boner doesn’t seem to have any religious persuasion, that much is clear. Despite your outrage over what I’m doing to Rosario,. It's everything I can do to push my cock into you." I guess I hadn't noticed. When I'm cumming there isn't a lot of room in my head for anything else." Yeah, the same here. But you said that this time you could feel me cum?" I could feel you touching some place deep inside me. I'd never felt that before." It had to be your cervix. I could feel myself touching it." He paused to push a sweaty strand of hair off of his forehead. "Normally, if we're face to face when I'm thrusting, I don't feel.