From Beauty’s perspective, it must have looked as if he was considering Seralla as a replacement for her with all the talk of alliance and political... maneuvering.Yet, Beauty had supported him anyway. She had remained loyal and trusted that he would do what needed to be done. Two characteristics he had thought her incapable of.I have been an idiot.“I suppose we have a lot to talk about,” he said to Beauty.“Talk. Yes.”“I’m going to get cleaned up,” he said to his demon lover. “Care to join. " Well, why don't you step inside, Edward, and I'll see if we have anyone here by that name."He walked over to the stairs, and raising his voice, said, "Dorothy, is your clone, Dottie up there with you?" Yes she is, Dad. I'll send her right down." Why don't you sit down here on the couch and tell me where you plan to take my daughter this evening? I really am just curious. I didn't see your car outside." Sir, I can't drive, so I don't need a car. I thought I'd leave where we go to your. Luci was wearing all black and Karen black and gold. Luci's was crotchless fishnet pantyhose with a crotchless lycra body stocking, with holes for her nipple rings with tassels.Karen had sheer hold up stockings, her legs seemed to go on forever, and an embroidered topless Basque which framed her tits, with matching long silk gloves and choker, no knickers. They both looked so stunning. But.... they both had a limp penis. I had to remedy this because mine was so hard it was fit to burst.I stood. One of them found a felt-tip pen and scrawled "Baiser Moi" – "Fuck Me" across my pubes, jabbing the sharp point repeatedly into the soft flesh above my immature shaven pubes.Now I could see the youngest bloke filming his mates attacking me, zooming into my breasts dripping in sweat and mouth full of spunk. I then looked down in horror as the biggest bloke – he must have been a body-builder – swapping the smooth round barbell ends on his cock piercing for spiked ones which could only have been.