Number one, there is no hell. At least, none that I've come across, and I've been in this game for a while. Number two, there is somewhere else for th...em to come from. In fact, you'd be surprised to learn, we make demons. Every day, on your way to work and someone cuts you off, whenever you get in an argument with your husband, whenever the thick emotions overcome you, a corresponding demon is born in astral space. Normally, they get overwhelmed shortly by the vastness of this space and die,. "Are you two done with your little high school scuffle now?" Woo asked conversationally. "If not, Vasquez and I could maybe show you how real men fight. You want to learn that?"Neither Jeff nor Hicks said anything. Nor did any of the other recruits.The pressure was suddenly released from Jeff's arm. The boot was removed from Hicks' throat. The two instructors took a step backwards."Get your dumb asses up," Woo told them. "And if you lunge at each other again, you're gonna be right back down. Carol said, "More music I want to dance with Jamal." They danced naked to a slow romantic song, Carol naked and rubbing her body all over Jamal's. Jamal groaned and his thick black cock was trapped between them. Carol said, "All of you come over here and stand in front of me while I sit on the couch." The three of us stood in front of her our cocks pulsing, veins throbbing, pre cum dripping on the floor. Carol kissed the head of each cock. Carol licked their balls and took them in her mouth and. Both were pointed in verbal assault; both used voice filled with venom and sarcasm. Strangely, they moved into a phase Artsy recognized as violent agreement; she was forced to laugh loudly at both over their final exchange. “God damned bitch, I will wear a skirt next time we get together.” “Good, if you do you can even get on top.” “At least I won’t need a strap-on.” “Children, children! This has been more fun than I can stand; now we have to go to see Mrs. Patron. You two best be on good.