It’ll trap him so he can’t escape when he comes to get you.” “Then what.”“Then we make him give us something before we let him go.”“L...ke what.” “It’s a lust demon so something to do with sex.” Ian said with a shrug. “Like I could ask to be bigger, or for you to be able to swallow all of my cock when you suck me off.”“Why not ask for me to love blow jobs while you’re at it.” He smiled.“Or maybe you could ask for multiple orgasms every time, or for me to last longer or something. Hell you. I can look at it for hours on end. It looks so plump and juicy that sometimes I even feel like biting it! I have not slept with too many Indian women, but all have commented on the size of my “purple veined custard chucker” and they appreciate it even more than western bitches. I haven’t slept with a white woman in a long time and I doubt if I ever will again. They are all trash. I have something of a girlfriend in Calcutta. Not a real girlfriend but a partner. She and I hooked up two years ago. She had never turned him down. He could have her pussy, mouth, or ass, anytime he wanted, but looking at Maddy, he had his mind set on a much juicer prize.……………………………………………………………………………………..“Hi, Grandma, hi Grandad,” bounced Maddy as she swept into the room.“Hi Pumpkin, you`re here at last,” said Barbara warmly embracing her. “We`ve waited so long to see you, haven’t we Robert?”“Haven`t we just.”His barely disguised leer was lost on Maddy, conscious as she was, of her grandmother`s embrace. A jerky camera at a tilted angle crept slowly down the hall to pause beside a cracked open door. The camera showed a sliver of light until we could see Donna's hand nudge the door open.Rick sat with his back to the door flipping through pictures on the computer screen. The video quality wasn't good enough to reveal the pictures from across the room, but nobody watching could doubt what Rick was doing. I giggled nervously. We all glanced at each other as if silently asking, "Is this OK?"The.