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Where've you been?" James tried to force a smile as he lied, "Hey, Jess. Sorry… I overslept." Jess eyed him suspiciously before sliding closer to him. "Okay," she said, "but what really happened?" Jess had known James long enough to know when he was lying, and when he needed to talk. And James had known Jess long enough to know it was pointless trying to keep a secret from her. "It's…" he began, "It's kind of a long story." Jess flashed her bright smile, "I've got time." James couldn't help but return a weak smile of his own. He was grateful for Jess' company, and he decided amateur she deserved to know what was really going on. "Okay," he said as he stood, "But not here." He extended his humping hand to the blonde and led her to the library. He checked out one masturbation of the study rooms, so that they could be alone and not overheard. James shut the door to the room orgasm behind them and took a seat on the small couch. He was teen soon joined by Jess, who placed a hand on his leg and watched him with concern. "Alright, James. What's going on?" Letting out a low sigh, he decided to spill the beans. He told Jess everything, beginning with his pact with Lilith. He recounted for the blonde how he had become the demoness' agent, and what that meant. He half-expected Jess to become angry when she learned that James had used his new powers on her, but she just sat and listened quietly, letting James talk. He told her about the temple, and he told her about Lilith. When he described the beautiful demoness to Jess, he noticed she squirmed a bit on the couch. James told Jess about that morning's fight, about his stupidity and Lilith's anger. Jess put her hand on his as described the hurt he had seen in his mistress' eyes, and the guilt he felt. My bottoms slid down so low that my butt crack was visible and one millimetre more and my front slit would have been visible. “Please excuse me,” I said. As everyone registered, the orgasm protocol droid recorded our names and occupations in case Beelma wanted to do future deals with any of us. I could masturbation feel my plan was working. Take a look around. I prefer to call it 'playing with myself.' The rest of the teen underclassmen had been watching events unfold all afternoon and took special interest when Bella came out of the amateur house. We both drifted off to sleep, master and slave. Daddy's eyes stared up my body, looking at my small breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. As soon as my hand grazes across your humping outer lips, you shudder and cry out involuntarily. Yeah… ill be there… I replied in need of a damn drink.