So congratulations kid, I'm your own personal fucking angel. Want my advice on what you should do?" I guess?" All those tasty mortal sluts with you an...d your shitty excuse for a party? Go crazy on them. Go on a fuck-spree."You immediately freeze, a deep flush coming over your face. "I...they're just my friends."The only response the woman gives you is a unladylike snort. "Yeah, sure. Save the crap, kid. We did our research into you. We don't just give any power to a random joe. We like to make. I mean, Chris was just as involved with Peter as I was, but she didn'tflip.Anyway, Chris and Sally knew each other and I suppose were talking abouthow I was doing and what I was saying behind my back. Let's face it, ifit was the other way round and Chris was having the problems, I wouldhave bugged the surgery so that I could make sure I could help her. Yes,I would gladly have taken on her demons and slain them without anythought of myself, just like she did for me. She really is a. Then the old tailor guy came up behind me and lifted my tops! I lifted my hands unknowingly. He removed my top and put his hand on my stomach. Then he pulled his pants down.He looked at me. “You are so beautiful, mole”, he said and took my bra off. He grabbed my breasts in his hand and I looked up. He sat down there, stripped me off my pants, lifted one of my legs and placed it on his shoulders. Then he started to lick my pussy!I was thrilled at that moment. Then he took me to the cloth-cutting. Fine! Perfectly fine.”“It’s not too ... big.”Duncan sighed, and sat back down in front of the demon’s desk. While I’m here, he figured, I may as well be honest with the man - he’s just doing his job, after all. Mr. Foster smiled as Duncan started sharing his woes, and silently breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close - he hadn’t expected the boy to have so much suspicion bubbling below the surface. It had taken a lot of effort to siphon it all away, but he’d managed, and could now really.