Any stalkers would have to tangle with the Prince of Darkness, not a safe move on their parts.“You ... you’re a demon, aren’t you? Or are you th... Devil himself? I didn’t believe in such things until now. Magic, sure, but evil entities that walk around with horns, pitchforks, pointed tails, and red skin ... not that. You look like Hellboy or something. Why ... why did you fuck me? To breed me or to claim my soul? Am I damned to Hell now? And ... why is Monica Bellucci, one of my favorite. A small drop of clear liquid appeared on the head. Ben slowly stroked upwards now with all ten fingers and David moaned again. Then, the defining moment. Ben leaned forward and licked the drop of precum from David's now almost purple knob. "Oh shit ben, I'm going to have to sit down if you keep that up." With that, he staggered backwards to sit on his chair, Ben following him on his knees. Then he closed his mouth over the head and started to suck. "Ohh, fuck that feels good, Ben." "What. It was one of the other concubines who spoke. "Liz is his concubine, and she's afraid of what might happen to her if he doesn't make it."I looked over at Shawna who nodded. "Well, the good news is that he will make it. Now the two concubines are not as bad, but they were definitely nearing death because of the blood loss. The good news is that the bandaging that was done held and slowed the bleeding. Since the damage was mainly to the skin and blood vessels we should be able to release them in. I fantasized about you the first time I saw you and I still do every day as I pulled her onto our bed.“Are you still fantasizing about how much of a slut I was before we got married?” Lan asked.I had a “I do not know what you talking about look” on my face.My wife starts to laugh.“You watched me for 3 months every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night at the bar I went to. Of course being the slut I was back then I always left with a different guy. I saw you from the corner of my eyes whenever I.