Raw magical power. The power of the Goddess Bazongas. Centuries earlier, my ancestors had been the high priestesses of the little known Goddess Bazong...as... the Goddess of Breasts. And as such, they had been gifted with a portion of Bazongas' power, a power that along with the title of high priestess, was passed down from mother to daughter for many generations. But then there was me. Just a year earlier, my mother had died of cancer, but on her deathbed, she'd told me about the family secret.... ”Literally Actually Satan turned around and hefted his magic briefcase, and opened it. He began leafing through the various files and information he had, and retrieved about a dozen pictures of women, “These satisfy your criteria to an extent. I took the liberty of assuming that you would not want my interference in seduction, she should be heterosexual and with a comparable sex drive to you. Of course, this should be actual love, and I therefore will not interfere in courtship. You must choose. ‘That’s OK.’ He leans forward, takes my head in his hands, and brings his mouth down on mine, hard. My legs are wrapped around his waist again and I decide that if we were naked, THIS is the point where some serious fucking would be occurring. Alas, we’re not and it’s not, but that doesn’t stop us from acting it out pretty convincingly. ‘Am I the only one who wishes my cock was inside you?’ ‘No, there’re at least two of us here.’ I love the muscles of his back and arms. His hair is the perfect. . Mommie. Where are you?Finally the cries faded as we heard, "Please, Mommie, I don't want to die."Then as before, silence.Even though my friends and I had heard this all before, hearing it again sent the same chills through us. I sensed Kim was just as unsettled. He looked around at us, mirroring our concern, then said, "Who is that poor person."It sounds like she's in a dreadful situation." We don't know," I told him. "We first heard her plea just a few moments ago." She's dead, isn't she?".