Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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At the moment he should get rid of the sheets rather than burn and so he limped out of bed and ripped the sheets from the bed where he threw a curled heap on the floor and for the first time did not notice the demon's presence, when he must be somewhere in the mansion, so. 


Being that he was walking or rather limping, he walked to the wall and his hanger took off his white robe and put it on and slippers and opened the door leaving the bedroom and walking to the bathroom he opened the door and entered. 


She was looking directly into the mirror and saw hickey marks on her neck and taking off her robe throwing it on the floor angrily saw her neck nipples with bite marks. 


He was worrying about the hickeys coming down but his hips had the exact shapes of the demon's fingers plus the trail of semen running down his thighs on the inside his own cock was red and sore from the stimulation of hours of sex. 


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