.. well...”“Am I right, Nicolette? Are you turned on right now?”“I ... a bit.”“A bit?”Nicolette was visibly flushed, and had begun to sq...irm in her soat.“Yes, okay! I’m ... I’m turned on.”“Good.”Mr. Foster sat back, and Nicolette suddenly felt like she could breathe again.“Of course, you can’t have sex right now - not until you take Duncan. But God is love, after all, and self-love is the greatest pleasure of all. Why don’t you take care of it?”“Um...”Reaching into Nicolette’s mind, the demon. “Curl up in a ball and cry? Leave my mom by herself? Find a new boyfriend? No. Though I promise I’ll cry more. I can’t help it,” she said, as another tear ran down her cheek. “And really, as soon as mom is doing OK, I can move. So it might not even be a full year.”“I hadn’t even thought of that,” I said. “That makes it even less worrisome.”“And you, Steve,” Joyce said, “I’m as amazed as Bethany was at how calmly you handled this. When Kara told me what she was planning, I told her I was afraid. Bolstering her courage, as well as loosening her body a little. She sank back into the sofa, stretching her legs out. Catching him glancing over as she extended her legs. She turned slightly to face him, slightly parting her legs. He was trying to casually look up her skirt as she did. She covered her smile with her glass. It was certain that Shelly was right about him liking her. Now she had to decide how far to go. She knew that the bet was to see if she could get him to sleep with her. Was. It tickled and my body squirmed away from the unfamiliar sensation. Peter followed, his tongue lapping, working enthusiastically into my asshole. I felt naughty, somewhat bitchy at the dirty thing I was making my lover do to me – but Peter seemed to be enjoying it. I was losing control: laughing and squealing protest, wincing at how ticklish I was back there but also gasping at the pleasure of it. So good; so fucking good to have a tongue back there. “Put your finger in,” I said, adding a.