"So?" He asked Emily."I think it went fine, Mr. Cannon, sir." Emily said. "I went through the script word for word." That's wonderful, Emily. I'll mak...e sure you'll have as much... Um..." Cannon searched for the right word."Smack." Emily quickly interjected."Is that what the kids call heroin." Mr. Cannon rhetorically asked. "Anyway, you'll have whatever $10,000 can buy you. Now please leave."Emily retreated, backwards. "Thank you sir, thank you!" She turned tail and briskly sped out of the hall,. At the same time, the greater the tension became and the harder it became for the Incubus to retain his self-discipline. Like the woman he was now fucking, the Incubus did not want to moment of ecstasy that he too was experiencing to end.Even for the Incubus, however, there was a point when even his own self-control was overwhelmed by his sexual desires and energy. Without a final inward thrust, the Incubus shot the load of semen he had previously collected from the Succubus. In direct. It was exciting until you came home. We were so dumb to risk everything. We can’t even blame it on alcohol. We only had one drink. ‘Please, please, John. We love you so much. It was a very stupid thing to do. The only time since we met you. And it will never, never happen again. Please forgive us.’ My mind was in turmoil. Could I ever trust them again?. The image in my mind of those guys putting their cocks into my girls. Made me sick. I could understand some slick guys trying to take. That’s my lucky number.” I opened the door and held it as Cynthia stepped in. What I noticed straight off were the gloryholes on each side. I think she was oblivious to them. I stepped in behind her and slid the door shut. “How do we get it going?” she asked. I took ten coins and dropped them into machine. Immediately, the screen flickered on. The opening image was of a woman giving blowjobs. She was surrounded by three studs, each with a big, fat dick. I heard Cynthia gasp. After about thirty.