They were sex demons for a reason, she supposed.Jean was perched in a vent above. It was starting to get uncomfortable, but she’d been in worse posi...tions for longer, and besides, it was almost entertaining. If the stupid boy wasn’t about to give in and sell his soul just so he could cum on that woman’s face.It was arousing though. Jean could feel herself grow wet as the woman bobbed up and down on the boy’s cock, slathering his penis with wetness. Jean daydreamed, grinding her clit against the. The website then took me to a category list of hairbrushes. I was about to complete the order when I noticed another picture right next to the picture of "my" hairbrush. It was the very next brush in the array of pictures.It was an absurd picture - a picture that absolutely, positively could not be appearing on my screen at that exact moment.Yet, I could see that the new picture was simply the next product in their catalog. "My" hairbrush was something-or-other-01 and this other one was. "Play nice Ali. I pulled a few strings with Mick Pierce. He needs a goalie, and he's willing to give you a try-out, if you'll stop the bitch act for enough time to flash him your pearlies and twiddle a few balls."Seeing my expression he added hastily"Footballs Ali. Footballs." Four days later I sat in Pierce's office, in our clubhouse. He offered me a seat, which I declined. I was antsy, I needed this playspot more than ever. He smiled at me when he looked up, over a pile of player. "Meet my sister Maggie. She just moved to the Big Apple last year." Nice meeting you, James." Maggie shook our hands. "Nice meeting you, Jennifer. Wow! That necklace looks so beautiful on you." Nice meeting you, Maggie. Thank you." Jennifer added. "James got it at Sears. The pendant is some gemstone."Maggie looked at me with an astonished expression. "Sears?" Yeah, ah... What do you do, Maggie?" I'm a jewelry designer." Shit!" I said to myself."Why are you so surprised?" Jennifer asked.