” she informed me.“That’s bad luck,” I commented while refilling my glass of tea glass. “Want one?” I asked.She shook her head as she said..., “Or someone else is cleaning up after himself.”“I would say that is a possibility,” I agreed. “I’m not a cop, so why tell me?”“You aren’t a cop is why I’m here. If you worked on this, no one would put two and two together,” She suggested.“Well, sorry, Mona. There is no equation to solve. At least not for me.” I admitted.“We can give you a job with a decent. Yes, darlings, whatever you can imagine that I do or have done to get where I am in life I assure you it's much more hardcore and nasty than you have dreamed up. Now, if you'll excuse me, my six foot three inch hunk of multi millionaire husband is probably missing his air head, fake tits bimbo, piece or arm candy so I must be going. One more thing though. Whatever you think of me all I'll say is don't knock it until you've tried it and tried it all. It's a dirty job but the pay and benefits are. He ran over, eagerly licking my face and neck as I giggled. He turned his attention between my legs. He turned his head sideways, licking eagerly. His tongue folded inside me. I was in heaven. He licked me to several orgasms. I stood up.He was dry humping the air, I could see the slim contour of his pink dog cock. I knelt and grasped the slim bone of his cock and pulled the sheathe back more as he humped my hand. For me I don't think it was even sexual right that second. It was more of a. Our father was one of the high demons of the Devil himself. Devilin was born before me by exactly 1 year. We visited our angel-mother in heaven once a week, because we were good children towards our mother. We each had horns, halo, wings, and a tail. Thankfully they only appeared when we were in the heaven-hell realms. Devilin, I would like to introduce you to Anthony Michaels. Hes better known as the Ditch Maker. Hes interested in us helping him with his love life. Interesting. I believe we.