They wore only kilt-like black cloth around their waists and had proportionately large hands and feet. Their faces were serious and unmoving and they ...all had different skin tones, some reddish, others more dark green or blue. They didn't seem like ravenous uncontrollable perverts like the threshers.After they were all forced into the cage, all but one of the demons stepped back a few feet and the one standing in front smiled at them all. "Welcome, welcome little ones. I see we've lost one. She is dressed in long black leather boots and black lingerie. She looks me over biting her under lip. I make no eye contact keeping my eyes on her boots. She motions me into the room. I stand in the center. The air in the room is cold. It chills my exposed flesh.Her man is sitting on the edge of the bed with only black dress pants on. My eyes lock in on his erect cock poking out of his pants. He looks me over and begins to slowly stroke his cock. She comes up behind me and surprises me.She. She wondered why she forgot to bring the syrup, thinking it wasn’t like her to forget. What was I thinking? Karen was eighteen, almost nineteen, with big liquid brown eyes and blond hair like the color of new bronze. She was five-seven, nicely shaped, moderate bosoms. She had gone steady with a tattoo artist for six months until he thought it was cute to mark the small of her back with the tattoo and she broke off with him. The angry hatred would return and she would think of things she would. I'm praying you don't look back, almost hoping you do. Will you end this madness?You moan and push back against my hand. You don't look back. My cock is so hard it hurts. I press a thumb into your wetness and you shudder, and shift your knees apart. You are soaking wet. I can smell your arousal, and there is no hint of cum. Why aren't you turning? Can't you tell there is a strange cock about to enter you, about to fill you with another man's cum?My jogging shorts threaten to rip from the.