She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Did you forget? You serve a succubus. I STAY turned on. And now ... so will you.” She told me.I stood and... looked her in the eye and thought about that for a minute. I had always loved sex, but this was an entirely new level altogether. Right now, I felt like I could take the entire Auburn football team and be ready for UGA’s team immediately after they were done. “I’m strangely ok with that,” I told her.I stood up and walked back into my bedroom and put. She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered pair of long black thigh high stockings that sit nestled in a pair red stiletto heels. "Pleasure to meet you again Mr. Doe." She says, "I'm Ashley Dumas."You stand there stunned and speechless before this bombshell before you, its takes you a bit to notice that her hand is outstretched. You offer yours and shake her hand, this snaps you back to reality."I'm sorry, who are you?" You respond. "And what do you mean. S told her to bend over and show me her ass. She did it. Then S told me every time I took her sexually she would make the fat b lick her clean. I smiled what else could I do. S then told me she promised the fat b she would get me to fu*k her. I'm not going to lie I was already ready to f that fat b before S even said that but i acted like I was opposed to the idea. S then told me if I didn't do we was done forever. I still played my hand and shrugged like who cares. The fat b looked so sad I. She opened the door and saw her car waiting and with profuse relief shelit a cigarette and stepped onto the pavement to in order to leave DrStephen Mortlock's abode and retire to her own little flat and thewelcome ministrations of Polly.She nearly made it...nearly.As she alighted from the bottom step of Dr Stephen Mortlock's town houseshe tripped on her heels. Luckily, or so she thought, she landed in thearms of a rather handsome gentleman dressed in a tweed suit and a LondonFog overcoat."Well.