’ The succubus regarded him with a baffled expression. Without intending to she broke off from their mental conversation. ‘Sabrael, if you’re ok...ay with me calling you that. You are aware that I’m still a demon, yes? You couldn’t possibly hope to trust me with unbound pacts.’ ‘Not if I don’t give you the proper incentive, no. Modus operandi here is such that the end result of whatever mission a demon’s tasked with is always to the welfare of hell’s overall goal and that of its lords. That being. Kenhad seen three different humiliations heaped upon the loser (he had beenthe loser twice) and was keen to make sure he wasn't a loser again. I wasrelatively new to this, but seeing the fear and deep humiliation in hiseyes motivated me to make sure I won.The funny thing was that we both spoke of winning as though it were agood thing, when in reality, it was only a little better than losing.That first weekend it had been a case of the winner getting a blow jobfrom the loser, or fucking the. You would want Danielle to do it, and if you would ask her she would do it, but you wouldn’t just get a boner. The animal in you would take over as her hands would slide over your body while applying the cold liquid. When you have covered your entire body, except your back, you return to the sunbeds. “For a moment I thought you had forgotten about me,” Danielle smiles. “I would never do that.” “That’s what I thought,” Danielle says as she reaches for the sunscreen and starts to apply it on her. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is." Jenna replied shyly."Then I guess I'll just take a Cognac." The man said and Jenna breathed out in relief. She knew what that was."No problem." Jenna said with a blushing smile and turned around. There was a special glass for Cognac, and she knew they had one somewhere. She looked around and found it on one of the shelfs along with the highballs. Irene had already reached for the bottle of Cognac, something they would rarely pour, and handed it to Jenna..