He looked into her pretty eyes thinking how wonderful this was, but he needed something else. He needed to be deep in her young body.He pulled from he... mouth and saw a look of disappointment fill Misty's face. 'I need inside you, ' he said helping her from the floor. 'How do you want it?' He asked waiting for her reply.She just smiled, turned her behind to him and lay across the top of the dresser. 'Like this will be fine for now, ' she whispered turning to see him moving to take her. 'I'm on. I have to do my daily exercises after school, and now that I have my tail I can follow all of their rules.”I slipped her panties the rest of the way off as I looked up at her. “I would be interested to find out how you’re following a couple of those morning rules my dear.”She blushed as she realized what I was talking about, “I, um, get myself off every morning before I get out of bed Master, and practice on carrots or bananas,” she stammered. “Amanda told me it wouldn’t be the same as having. I insert my hook earrings and add my usual bracelets and rings. I love to jingle. Finally, I put on lipstick and gloss. I reach for a delicate necklace and fasten it around my neck. It falls into the deep cleavage between my breasts. I stand up to select a bra and let out a gasp. My admirer from across the street has slipped in the house and is standing in the doorway to my bedroom. For a moment we just stand there. His eyes are drinking in every part of me. I think about how exciting this is. Even with my superhuman strength and accelerated healing abilities, I was still just one man against an immortal warrior. Angels are frightening creatures, man. Ishmael nearly dispatched me, but at the last minute, as he held me by the throat and got ready to hurl me off a building rooftop, Bringer of Hope appeared in my hand, sent there by Aeshma Daeva, and I plunged it into Ishmael’s heart. The Fallen Angel turned into dust before my very eyes. I didn’t feel happy about killing Ishmael, but.