" Omg, impossible to put that in, its huge." Well, then my slave will do it instead of you, but she wont be gentle at all." "OK, I'll put it in myself...." Do it fast, in 30min you will wake up your wife, and you still need some walking lesson."He put it in 5min, then slave helped him walking more elegant.After 30minutes, mistress gave him plate on which there was breakfast for him and his wife. " Now you need to go 1 stairs up through staircase," mistress said.He was slowly walking with tail. Where you'll learn everything that makes a Demons life any fun, first we'll start with what a Dark Deed is in the first place." A fanged tooth bites ever so sensuously across her plump lips at the mere thought of the term. "A Dark Deed is what the name obviously implies, but we are Demons! Not some lowly peasant slimes, skeletons, or filthy fucking humans. We are held to a higher standard in our actions, that is to say, a higher standard in the hell we can raise." her last line was emphasized. I remembered my mother, and I still missed her once in awhile. But Cindy, my stepmother, had been good to me. She was a lovely woman, too. I loved this family, and I loved the way our relationships were changing, now that I was an adult. I didn't know it at the time, but my father married Cindy to help her more than anything. He felt sorry for her, because she was a widow with two young daughters. Anyway, that's what he told me the night I turned eighteen. He'd had a little too much to drink. Stan could tell she was only mostly joking though. He looked back out the window. ‘Uh huh. Oh, look. Do you think the Health & Safety people would approve of the way that guy’s balancing on the top of the tent?’ Elizabeth looked. She said, ‘I don’t know… Bob? You’re the Safety guy. What do you think? Bob emerged from his office, glanced over and, turning away, said, ‘I think I will go and get a coffee – I really didn’t see that at all!’ The three of them laughed. That was a standing joke every.