"He.. Hello Miss Helena," I stutter with a hoarse, trembling voice, "it's - it's nice to meet you."She smiles brightly at me and begins to caress both... of my thighs, and after a few strokes I'm torn between shame and lust. In the mean time, you have stepped behind me and are kneeling on the table now, close to my back. You lower your hips so your crotch rests on my extended, bound arms, and your own arms extend around my upper body."You're so sweet," you whisper into my ear and I feel like. When her breath eased, she kissed toward his face, and he bent to give her a real kiss, first lips, then tongue. When his fingers started moving, she shook her head. She covered his hand and pulled so he would cup her harder. He rested the heel of his hand on her delta and held her between the legs. The kiss went on as long as she could hold her breath. When she started exhaling, he moved his face back before kissing her chin.“Close your eyes.” When she did, he kissed each eyelid. He kissed her. If angels use magic for the good they are elevated in their connection if they use it for evil their connection to the energy is reduced. If they used it for evil too often they become demons and are tortured by the connection until they inflict pain on others.”With Madam Ater’s back to me, I stepped away. She didn’t look like an angel to me but neither did she look like a demon.“Relax Quentin, I’m not a demon,” Ater said without turning around. “I’m something more exotic.”“So you said, but. That was a definite mistake - not the wondering bit, but the part where I was staring directly into the Iraqi sun. That definitely did not help my splitting head at all. I instantly closed them and concentrated on making the throbbing go away. That was better. If I could find a cooler place to relax...My eyes snapped open again almost with an audible click. Not to stare at the sun again, but at the still burning remains of our CH-46 Chinook helicopter. I didn't exactly jump to my feet,.