My sensuous Indian wife Anita had not met me at the door and sat with me in the drawing room as was her normal custom. I went up the stairs to our bed...oom and found her sitting at her dressing table. I could tell from the humid air of the room that she had been bathing and washing her long black hair. There was a strong aroma of perfume. I watched as she applied lipstick to her full lips. I walked up behind her and kissed her on the neck and gazed into her reflection in the mirror. ‘You look. He lay on top of me for a moment, then pulled his beef out of my pokehole and rolled off me. I felt a bit disappointed that he hadn’t rutted me long enough for me to go off again.He disappeared. The demon reappeared in the pentacle, then stepped out of it, towards the pallet where I was lying.“I thought you couldn’t escape the pentacle!” I said.“Oho, my lad, you still haven’t paid the price,” he said, leering. “Wasn’t the price simply that I rut myself? That you couldn’t make a lass out of. More

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