“There are no gods,” Abbie said. “If there’s a being in charge of this world, it has to be who you call Satan.”I chuckled, “Surprisingly e...nough, the Bible agrees with you. 2 Corinthians says it explicitly, and so does the Apostle John in his Gospel in a couple of places.”“Seriously?” she asked.“Seriously. Satan is the ruler of this world, according to the Scriptures.”“Well, at least they got THAT part right,” Abbie smirked.“Becka,” I said. “What is it that we’re saved from?”“Sin,” she said.“No,. ”“Not to worry, Freda. These things happen. Life is never simple, is it?”As she spoke, there was a crashing sound as the glass in the office front door was smashed. Without a word, Jenny cut off the phone and dealt with what faced her, leaving Freda out of it, astonished and frightened at what might be going on. She went to redial, then decided that life might be too complicated for Jenny to speak now.In the outer office, Jenny saw a man in a V for Vendetta mask burst through the already. “What did she say?” I asked her. Her nose flared as she inhaled. “Exact words? ‘You can fuck him. You just can’t have him.’” “So you took that to mean you could, uh,” I paused, “behave like you did today and beguile me into this?” “Whatever,” she said, sounding a little irritable. “I took it to mean that it was okay to screw you as long as I didn’t fall in love with you.” “Hmmm,” I nodded. “I take it we did okay, then?” “It’s a start,” Sandra answered. “But just a start.” “You mean there’s. I just couldn’t pull out; I needed to send my sperm on a voyage. But a sense a reality hit me as the first long rope of white cum splattered against her cervix; hastily I pulled out as the other two watched in amazement as I liberated the rest of my orgasm. The second shot just as strong as the first exited my hole flying through the air plastering her skin from bellybutton to her tit, one more thick gooey line of sperm sat beside the other one as my spasms slowed.As my body relaxed I knelt.