Yes, I recalled getting that trophy in junior high. That picture on the wall, depicting a scene in some medieval battle was a Christmas gift from Litt...e Tell during her junior year at college. Everything here pointed to this being my apartment.So why is he here?Only then I noticed that I was starving. For the last 80 years, I had to beg for every scrap from Asmodeus, sometimes I had to beg to be tortured just for a small meal. It was even worse when he cut my horns thus cutting my ability to. I suddenly have a plan for some fun. Slipping on a pair of self-supporting white stockings I go to find Dave.On the patio, Dave has the lounger out so he can enjoy seeing me run. He is topless with just a pair of shorts. He sits up as I gain his full attention. He whistles! Putting a leg on the lounger I seductively peel one stocking off. His shorts tent! I knew he could resists a grope. “If you want me to do the run you will have lie back and let me do it.” He didn’t stop. I knew he wouldn’t.. Then, with your hands on my hips you gently moved me back, and slowly lifting your eyes to my face you said, “You know you’re going to get fucked, don’t you? And fucked hard!” Words deserted me again and I just nodded. The next recollection I have is of me lying on the bed, the shoes were gone and I was just wearing my stockings. My were hands behind my head, propping myself up, while watching you strip. I can still hear the clang as your shoes hit the floor, and see you naked as you stood at. He then reached between her wide open legs and found the waist of the g string a roughly tore it from her body. “You won’t be needing this any longer” he shouted in her ear, loud enough to be heard by most in the auditorium.He then turned to drag the dancer back through the curtain, maintaining throughout the scene a firm grip on her luscious but soiled locks.Back stage he found a dancer dressed as Princess Leia, ready to step onto the stage, Vanessa looking like a winner, preparing to serve.