<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a0/28/aa/a028aaf5338bc0376d12d6714a23c0ac.jpg)</div>Sister Merriam eased herself into the large bathing tub.   She bit back her frustration.   He is a near mindless creature a demon from the pit of hell.   One of Lucifer's minions,  perhaps she could show him the glory of the three.<br/><br/>The erection that the demon has draws her attention for a brief instance.   Of course her upbringing the dirtiness that earth religion put on sex.  The abhorrent silliness of making what should be the most beautiful thing in the world the act of procreation.   Kept her from lingering and staring at the erection that the demon sports now.    Though that brief glimpse has her blushing a deep crimson red.<br/><br/>She would busy with bathing herself.  To keep her sinful eyes from looking with lecherous design.<br/><br/>To the prince, this female was made for sex.   The way her hips were made to receive him once he claimed her as his own.   Then the abundant generosity of her breasts.  How they jiggled with the motion of her cleaning herself as she had been told to do so.