. Mr Atkins ... please, you are really trying my blessed patience here. You have to pre-arrange your password with your ‘Official Human Handler’, ...at the point of your demise. Your ‘Official Human Handler’ then enters your password into the system with a hand thingy he carries. Beats me why in this new PC world we have to replace a single blessed word like ‘angel’ with three blessed words for the same blessed thing. But then I was never consulted on the new system. I liked the old system, but. ” He glanced over at my partner. “She’s young.”“You’re just old,” Sunny answered.“Ain’t that the damned truth,” Ed said. “Well, let’s hear this warrant you need.”“Just you here?” I asked as I took a seat at his desk. “I thought there was another prosecutor on the case.”“She’s getting a massage,” he said. “You’re an hour early, right?” He glanced at his watch. “Thought we were meeting at noon.”“Did I say that?” I frowned.“Doesn’t matter,” Ed said. “I need a break from staring at all this. We both came together and began kissing each other almost immediately I could feel myself getting hard. After about 3 minutes of non stop kissing Camille took my hand and lead me upstairs. As we were in her bedroom we both continued to kiss as I began taking my clothes off. Camille had already slipped off her dressing gown and had laid on the bed, with her legs spread wide apart. Camille rubbing her pussy gestured for me to come. I worked her clit, flicking, sucking, teasing her as she writhed. They were always worth a go, especially when they were virgins. It was so delicious to have all that virginal blood dripping from his prick. And he'd still have his favourite orifice available immediately afterwards.The Archdeacon was greeted by a hooded monk as he approached the front door of his mansion."Your Holiness," the monk said respectfully.This man wasn't a cleric from Holy Trinity and he wasn't one of the sex slaves at his constant disposal. In fact, in a sense it wasn't a man at all,.