The rager he had planned should go well, as usual. Luckily, with enough time even the stuck up bastard pulling the strings could recognize that someti...es there needed to be a little bad to keep things interesting. It's not like anyone could get addicted to things in the afterlife. Unless they wanted to, of course.The advent of the internet really was special, in all kinds of ways. Somehow, the tie between human and demon and angel had dragged them all closer together through their banner ads. ."I dash down and draw my legs into the back seat. Catching the driverwatching me in the rear-view mirror I smile a little and hand him thecard Scott had left at the hotel reception for me. I don't really havetime for any second thoughts, the place is almost no distance and beforeI know it, there I am.A smartly uniformed waiter takes my coat and gives me a glass ofchampagne and an appreciative look and tells me I am expected. "MissAshley, Scott is over by the picture-window." I look around me. I said “It’s ok ,it was my mistake”. She asked me “Why did you touch me?” I replied “I saw your bra coming off your blouse and all were starring at it when I came at you evening today, so wanted to keep ur saree over it”.She said ” sorry, I am new to this job and here I need to follow dress code rules. We are only supposed to wear sarees, and I am modern girl still not perfect in wearing sarees”I asked her directly that if I could teach her how to wear sarees, she was shocked and said “No no”. ”“Oh, that’s right.” I was surprised she didn’t pretend like she’d forgotten. “Is that okay with you, Mom? If I touch your pussy?”“No, it’s not okay with me at all.”“Stand up,” I ordered. She stood, and I sat up on the edge of my bed. I put my hands on her hips and turned her body so she was facing me. Her pussy was directly in front of my face. I reached for it.My mom deflected my hand before it reached its goal. I smiled at her useless attempts to avoid the inevitable. I went for her crotch.