A Succubus and a… College Guy? (Chapter 2)

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“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

“Kind of,” I reply. Given that he had just cum in my mouth and on my face, after taking advantage of my own urges and his absolute power over me to receive the best blowjob of his life, I had kind of assumed Jack would be finished for now.

As a succubus, the 20 something college guy standing above me with a smirk had total power over me. He commands, and my body does, whether I want to or not. It’s very disconcerting feeling your hand or some other part move by itself.

However, he couldn’t control my thoughts, and due to his messing up the summoning spell, I was allowed to mouth off a bit when it wasn’t otherwise occupied. Thank Lucifer for that. This would be even worse if I couldn’t make witty retorts.

I find myself a little cold, as I shiver under the air conditioning on full blast in the small room. Being used to the fires of hell, the AC being set to usual human temperatures is a bit chilly. I shiver slightly, and Jack seems to notice.

“Cold?” He asks. The tone of his voice makes me think that he genuinely cares about my comfort. I’m about to respond that yeah, I could use a blanket or something, when he continues. “It’s what you get for wearing practically nothing.” There’s the Jack I know and dislike.

“Excuse me, you’re naked from the waist down too. And you have the air conditioner on full blast right on my back. You’ll have to forgive me for being used to the fires in which you humans burn.”

For a moment, he looks almost fearful, as if imagining me prancing through the fires of punishment he may one day inhabit. It quickly fades though. “Us humans?” He says indignantly. “What do you have against humans? You said yourself you need them to satisfy yourself, so I wouldn’t bad-mouth them if I were you.”

“What is there to like? You’re slow, ugly, pitiful beings. Plus you have such short lives. My favorite humans are always gone so quickly. Let me tell you, being summoned again and being told that the Roman Empire split in half while you were gone is quite a shock.”

He raises an eyebrow at my mention of the Roman Empire, as if wondering if I was joking. “I don’t think you should be badmouthing the species that summons and satiates you. And we are not ugly or slow. And just how old are you anyway?”

“2376,” I answer simply. He stares at me for a moment, as if trying to place the number 2376 on the gorgeous being in front of him.

“What? How?” He looks utterly confused. I roll my eyes, but I suppose if he didn’t know what a summoning book was, he wouldn’t know much about demons at all.

“Demons live for a long, long time. Some ancient ones remember humans evolving from apes. I’m fairly young for a succubi. Hence, I don’t look a day over twenty five to you. Succubi live about a hundred times longer than humans, but some other kinds are basically immortal.

He listens to my explanation with fascination, genuinely curious. I’m slightly surprised that he even cares, but hey, I’m not complaining if he wants to know more about demons. His kind could use the education.

“So you a hundred times than humans. That means I’ll be dead before I even notice a difference in your age.” He studies my face, as if trying to imagine it not changing a day while he withers away.

“Pretty much.”

“So that means you’ll be ridiculously hot for a ridiculously long time, that’s awesome.” I’m surprised by his almost childish enthusiasm, but the almost-compliment doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah. Sometimes succubi get passed down through families owning their summoning books. One of my friends serviced the Habsburgs for six hundred years. Might be the reason they only marry their cousins now, as they spent so much time messing around with her together.”

Jack stares at me incredulously, clearly having heard of the Habsburgs reputation. I grin and continue, “I’m joking, but that kind of stuff can happen. That book is the only way I can be summoned. Whoever controls it, controls me.”

He glances back at the book, laying discarded on a dresser. “I think I’m going to protect it then. I can’t have you being summoned by someone else.”

Oh great. He’s already possessive of me. Wonderful. I imagine a future where I’m summoned indefinitely, continuing to please him until he grows old and wastes away. It’s a future that doesn’t sound too good right now, but who knows. I might be warming up to him a bit.

“Be careful,” I warn. “If you hide it too well, you’ll lose it and I’ll be stuck up here with you.”

“I’m not going to lose the book. And would that be such a bad thing? I think you being stuck with me would be wonderful.”

“We’ll see,” I say cryptically. I’m not about to admit that it might be *quite* as awful as I originally thought.

“I think we’re going to find out very soon,” Jack replies. “Clean your face up. You look like an idiot with one eye stuck shut like that.”

My hand instantly goes to my face, wiping up the stray cum that had found it’s way into my cheeks and eye. I had almost forgotten it was even there, as we having a decent conversation before he ruined it. “It’s your fault you sniped my eye, idiot,” I retort.

“It’s really not. You were the one holding me at the end. And don’t call me an idiot.”

I hate it when he has a point. “Whatever. Can I stand up now? My knees hurt.” The hard wood floor isn’t exactly comfortable to kneel on, especially for the better part of 20 minutes like I have.

“Oh no, your poor knees,” Jack replies sarcastically. “You can stand up.”

I rise to me feet, having wiped his spunk off of my face into my hand. Wanting to seem at least somewhat classy, I refrain from licking my fingers clean and instead hold my hand up awkwardly. Jack sees this and of course orders, “Lick your hand clean. Slowly.”

My hand instantly moves to my mouth, where they slip between my lips as I lick the cum off of them. Since I’m licking it off anyway, I decide to put on a show, moving even slower and more sensually than my hand was doing by itself. I lock eyes with him, even throwing in a wink when I finish.

“Good girl,” Jack says with a smile. I notice his erection returning to full strength, having deflates a bit with lack of stimulation. He walks around behind me and presses himself into me, his cock up against my ass as he grips my sides.

I sigh softly at being so openly groped, but if Jack had ordered me to tell the truth, I probably would have said it wasn’t so bad. Jack’s hands move up my stomach to my breasts, squeezing them through my leather bra. “God, you’re such a sexy little demon,” Jack whispers in my ear. “And all mine.”

The difference between curious Jack and horny Jack is obvious, as shown by his quick transition to conversational and almost respectful to dirty talking and handsy. He snakes his hands up the bottom of my only remaining garment, grabbing my breasts directly and squeezing. “So full and firm,” he murmurs. “I can see why people would summon you. You’re the perfect little sexy servant.”

While obviously sexual and brought on by lust, his compliments make me smile a bit. I raise my arms when he begins tugging my bra off over my head, leaving me completely naked and him in only a tee shirt as he goes back to kneading my breasts.

The ache between my legs returns anew, even stronger than before as Jack’s cock is so close to where I desperately need it. I grind against him a little, rubbing my firm, round ass against his cock as he grunts and whispers, “So needy, too. You want this just as bad as I do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” my mouth says without my control. Jack lets out a breathy laugh as his left hand drops from my breast to my stomach, then my waist. He’s right about to touch me right where I need him too, when suddenly there’s a knock on the door.

Both Jack and I jump and he quickly calls out, “Who is it?” We both watch the door intently, waiting for a response.

“It’s me, dude. Let me in.” It sounds like another college guy. I notice that there’s two beds in this room, and wonder how I didn’t see that before. Jack must have a roommate.

“Fuck, Martinez, not now,” Jack mutters, before retracting his arms from around me and walking over to his discarded clothes. “One second!” he calls out as he gets dressed.

“Stay right there,” he tell me. I feel my feet cease any movement, holding me in place as I watch Jack finish dressing with a both annoyed and worried look on his face.

“Uh oh, this is awkward,” I say teasingly, a smirk on my face. “What are you gonna do now?”

“Shut up,” Jack commands, silencing me. “Not a sound until I come back into the room.”

He then goes to the door and unlocks it. He opens it a crack, just enough for him to see this Martinez person, but not enough for me to see him, or him to see me.

“Hey, man, I’m kinda busy right now,” Jack whispers. I don’t know if he thinks I can’t hear him or what, but I hear both him and the newcomer clearly as they talk.

“Busy with what? I just need to change for baseball, I’ll be two minutes,” Martinez says.

“Could it wait?” Jack asks urgently, but Martinez insists.

“Dude, it’ll be two minutes. I don’t know what you’re-” he pauses then laughs. “Ok, I see what’s going on. Sorry if you were jerking off or something in there, but it’s my room too. Let me in.” I see the door open a bit more, then Jack stops it.

“What?! No, that’s not what I was doing, I’m just busy…” Jack says, although both Martinez and I hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Sure, dude. Whatever,” Martinez says humorously. “I won’t be long.” He then pushes open the door completely. We make eye contact for a moment, and Martinez’s eyes widen, then he yells out, “What the fuck?!” then retreats out of the room and takes Jack with him. He slams the door, leaving me alone as the two begin conversing in whispers.

They clearly don’t think I can hear, but my heightened senses allow me to hear their hushed whispers just fine.

“Dude, what the fuck??” Martinez says, indignant. “Why is there a naked chick in our room?! And why in the hell is she painted red?!”

I smile to myself as he says I’m painted red. That’s a new one. I admit, my crimson skin would be a bit strange to humans seeing it for the first time, but no one has thought it was paint before.

“Calm down man,” Jack says quickly, trying to explain himself.

“No you calm down!” Martinez says, still distressed. “We agreed no having sex in our dorm, no matter what. Especially sex that involves weird stuff like painting people red and staining the floor. We both pay for the room, dude!”

Jack takes a deep breath, then speaks calmly. “This is a special case, believe me. We weren’t having sex, and… that isn’t paint.”

I’d have laughed if my orders had allowed me to make noise. We had most certainly been having sex, or at least were just about to. This is a special case for the two of them indeed.

“You clearly were having sex, you…” Martinez trails off for a few moments. He must be thinking. “What do you mean that isn’t paint? The girl is bright ass red! Are you having a Crayola marker session in there?”

Jack quickly responds. “Hey, I know it looks bad, but trust me, the explanation is something you won’t believe if you only hear it from me. Just go in and talk with her, and it will all make sense.”

Martinez seems to consider this, judging from the momentary silence. “This had better be one hell of an explanation.”

I can practically hear Jack’s grin. “Trust me man, it is definitely one *hell* of a story.”

The door swings open, and I can feel my throat open again as I’m no longer forced to be silent. Martinez averts his eyes when he sees that I’m still naked, looming awkwardly at the floor. “Could you please put clothes on?” He asks.

I ignore his requests and instead say, “It’s ok. I don’t mind.” He doesn’t look up, but he seems to relax when he realizes I’m not mad at him for walking in on.

“This is Mia,” Jack says. “She’s a… actually, you explain it Mia.”

My mouth begins moving, but I have some control over what comes out.

“There’s no gentle way of putting it… I’m a demon.” Martinez looks up at me at that, rolling his eyes at what he thinks is a joke. “Sure,” he says sarcastically.

I decide to take a different approach. If he won’t believe my words, I’ll *show* him what I am. With a moment of concentration, I assume a much more hellish form. My black, leathery wings return, horns sprout from my head, and my fingernails lengthen into three inch talons. My eyes glow with hellfire as I unfurl my wings and growl at Martinez.

He lets out a high pitch scream as I take a step towards him, grinning. He scrambles backwards, tripping on the corner of the dresser in his haste to get away from me. He crawls backwards, staring at me in fear as Jack too recoils in fear, despite knowing I’m physically incapable of hurting him.

I revert back to my previous form, my wings, horns, and talons disappearing with a mere thought. I make a show of inspecting my fingernails, before returning my gaze to the still terrified Martinez. “Now that I have your attention, allow me to explain,” I declare.

“I am a succubus, a form of demon as I said earlier. My name is technically Miatakan, but I go by Mia. I live in what you would call Hell, but I have been summoned, accidentally, by your friend here. This means that I am forced to obey his commands, and am incapable of harming him unless commanded to.

For demonstration, I extend the talons on my right hand again and swipe at Jack. He jumps back in fear, but my hand still finds their target, Jack’s bare arm. My talons slide along his skin harmlessly. Jack inspects his arm, surprised, as I turn back to Martinez. “You, on the other hand, are not afforded such protection.” I take a step towards him, grinning. He scrambles further backward, but my practical joke goes no further when Jack quickly shouts, “You will not hurt him in any way!”

I retract my talons, and sigh. “As you wish.” Martinez looks ready to have a heart attack as his back is pressed against the door. “Succubi don’t kill or steal souls, so don’t worry. I wouldn’t hurt you even if your buddy let me.”

Martinez takes a few deep breaths, trying to process and slow his heart rate. He stares at me in shock, although I notice his eyes flit downwards for a second. “Why are you naked?” He asks after a while. Of course that’s his first question.

I turn to Jack, who gives me a look clearly telling me to not answer. I decide to ignore it and quickly blurt, “Because your friend was about to-”

“Shut up!” Jack yells. My jaw is clamped shut, narrowly missing my tongue as I glare at him. Martinez notices this and says, “He did that?” indicating my mouth. I nod.

“She has to do whatever I say, apparently,” Jack says. Turning to me, he orders, “Stand on one foot.” My left leg lifts off the floor immediately, and I balance for a few seconds before Jack continues with his demonstration. “Wave your hands above your head.”

My hands do just that, despite my annoyance and embarrassment. I still can’t speak when Jack gives one more command, “Kneel.” I sink to my knees, facing the two men as Martinez walks over to stand next to Jack, a little behind him as if hiding.

“You summoned her? How did you do that?” Martinez asks, his gaze never leaving me as regards me with fear, curiosity, and maybe even a hint of pity.

“That book back there.” He points to the summoning book on the dresser. Martinez glances at it, then back to me.

“I’m just as confused as you are, Miguel,” Jack says. Miguel. Now I know his first name, although I can’t do anything with it as my jaw is still firmly shut as I kneel yet again, my hands on my knees.

Seeing my on my knees seems to remind Miguel of his original suspicion. “Did you… did you tell her to have sex with you?” He regards his friend with suspicion, seemingly appalled at the thought of Jack making me have sex with him. Technically, he *did* do that.

“Uh… technically, yes,” Jack says, embarrassed and defensive. Miguel immediately goes off on him.

“Dude! That’s not ok! You can’t take of advantage of her just because she has to do whatever you say! She may be a succu-whatever, but she’s still a person!”

I’m surprised by Miguel’s passionate defense of my rights. I’m not used to humans sticking up for me, so I appreciate Miguel’s sentiment greatly. I smile at him, trying to show my thanks.

“Miguel, I know that sounds bad, but listen! I technically made her give me head, but she wanted to. Just listen. Mia, tell the truth. What do you want most right now?”

My mouth opens, and the truth spills out. “I want to have sex with both of you to satisfy my urges. I *need* you two.” I clamp my mouth shut, burning in embarrassment as Miguel listens to my admission.

Miguel stays silent for a moment, trying to decide whether to be mad at his friend for his actions or not. “She wanted to. You didn’t force her,” he says quietly.

“Yes, of course I didn’t force her!” Jack replies.

“Prove it.”

Jack turns to me. “Mia, tell the truth. Did you want to give me oral when I told you to?”

My mouth opens again. “Yes.” Miguel seems satisfied with this, but is still skeptical. “Dude, this still isn’t right. You can’t keep her like a… like a pet. She’s a sentient being. It doesn’t matter what she wants, we have no right to order her around.”

“Why not?” Jack counters. She says this is how it’s always worked for her and every other demon. And by your logic, who are we to deny her what she needs?”

“Jack, we are not going to take advantage of a horny sex demon to get some. So stop.”

I watch their exchange intently. I’m not sure who I want to win. If Miguel wins, he’ll convince Jack to let me go back to the underworld. But, if Jack wins, I can finally satisfy the throbbing need between my legs that hasn’t been sated for centuries.

“We’re not taking advantage of her,” Jack exclaims. “Her whole existence revolves on satisfying her needs whenever they get too much. We let her go, we’re condemning her to an eternity of increasing horniness. She can’t fix it herself. Believe me, I tried that.”

Martinez looks at me, but I give no comment. My mouth has stopped holding itself shut, but I want to see where this goes.

“Jack, this still isn’t right. As much as I’d like to fuck a hot demon girl, we can’t just decide that for her.”

“Let her decide then!” The both turn to me. Jack asks, “Mia, do you want to go back to where you came from or stay and get some relief?”

This question gives me pause. At first, all I had wanted was to go back home and try to forget this ever happened. However, the ache between my legs, and the fact that Miguel seems to actually care about my well-being makes me reconsider. I so desperately need relief now that I’ve been edged by my own traitorous hand. I can feel my mouth watering at the sight of the two boys’ growing bulges, and I make a decision.

“I want to stay,” I say truthfully. “I *need* you two…” To prove my point, I get in my hands and knees and slink over to in front of Miguel before kneeling again. I look at him lustfully, only exaggerating a little bit as I continue, “I’m *so* horny, it’s been literal centuries since I’ve been able to have some relief…”

Miguel blushes slightly at my dirty admission, but his erection stiffens even more through his athletic shorts. “Mia, I don’t know…” he whispers, although his resolve is crumbling. I spread my legs wide to give him a view of my dripping pussy, and this pushes Miguel over the edge.

He stares down between my legs, and mutters, “Ah, fuck it.” He begins taking his shirt off, and I beam up at him as Jack begins getting undressed again as well. When they both drop their pants at the same time, I’m greeted with two fully erect cocks standing at attention for me mere inches from my face. The friends share an awkward look, as if uncomfortable seeing each other naked like this, but their awkwardness soon fades when I reach up and grab their members, one in each hand.

I stroke them both a few times, looking between them as they both groan at my touch. Feeling the balance of power shift even further away from me, I decide to run with it instead of try to fight it, as that would most likely prove fruitless. So I coo seductively, “You’re both so big… and yummy looking.” I gently lick Miguel’s shaft first, getting it nice and wet before focusing on Jack, giving him the same treatment.

I make a show of looking between the two, deciding who to use my mouth on first. I decide on Miguel, taking him halfway in my mouth and earning me a gasp of pleasure. I slowly stroke Jack as I begin bobbing up and down Miguel’s length, and I hear Jack whisper, “Good girl, just like that.” Miguel rests a hand on my head, groaning as my tongue and mouth work his cock.

I begin alternating between the two, sucking one, and stroking the other, as they both moan and whisper encouragement. I wouldn’t mind doing this until they both finished, but the ache between my legs has only grown as now there’s two men that I’m servicing. I pull my mouth off of Jack, and plead, “Can one of you please fuck me already? I can’t take it anymore…”

Jack is more than happy to oblige this time. He pulls me to my feet, and leads me over to one of the beds. Instead of getting on it as I expected, he merely places me in between him and the bed, and forces me to bend over with a hand between my shoulders. “Come on, really?” I ask, but the complaint is half-hearted and weak, as I’m just grateful for the fact that I’ll soon be able to relieve my lust after over 500 years.

Miguel, seeing an opportunity, sits down on the edge of the bed in front of me. I have to bend down even more to reach, but I obediently begin sucking him again as Jack teases my dripping pussy with the head of his cock. I try to thrust my hips back into him, but he merely pulls back and says in that condescending but also sexy tone, “So *needy*. You really need dick, don’t you?”

I pull off of Miguel to quip, “Wouldn’t you be a little horny after 500 years? And at least you could get yourself off, I can’t.” I look back at Jack to see him considering my response.

“Fair enough,” he replies. With that, he brings his cock back to my slit, and agonizingly slowly pushes inside me. I groan in satisfaction and bliss as I’m filled up for the first time in half a millennia, finally getting what I’ve been craving for so long. “Fuck, you’re right,” Jack whispers in surprise. I merely smirk at him and clench my inner muscles to squeeze him even more. He grunts in pleasure, but also looking rather worried that he won’t last too long inside me. A common problem for many of my former masters.

I arch my back instinctively as Jack retreats all the way to the tip, then plunges back in to the hilt. He grips my waist with both hands and begins slowly thrusting, both of savoring each other. Knowing him, I’m likely the first time he’s gotten any in a while too, as I can’t see any human girls liking him very much. Although as he continues to thrust into me, I can feel myself beginning to think that he might not be so bad.

Miguel, momentarily forgotten, brings a hand to my head and gently pulls it downward. “Hey, don’t forget about me,” he whispers, gesturing to his throbbing erection. I dip my head back down and resume sucking him off, occasionally moaning softly on his cock as Jack gives a particularly deep thrust.

Miguel watches my face with a soft expression, gently moving my hair out of my face and whispering encouragement such as, “So good Mia… Just like that, you’re doing wonderful, fuck…” I appreciate the support, as I’m used to more pushy guys when it comes to blowjobs, literally. I smile up at him as much as one can with a cock in their mouth, and change up my technique a little.

I bring my right hand up and wrap it around the base of his shaft. I bring my lips down his length until they meet my fingers, then begin moving up and down, hand and mouth stroking together as I swirl my to the and twist my hand in a way that every human I’ve ever performed it on has loved.

Miguel is no different. He moans and swears, leaning his head back onto the wall behind him as I continue my pleasurable assault. I work his cock like that for a while as Jack, seeing how good I’m doing with his friend, decides to pick up the pace.

He begins speeding up his thrusts, plunging in and out of me as I feel every ridge and vein on his member as I squeeze him tight. He grunts animalistically as his hands move from my waist to my shoulders, pulling me back into him to meet each forward motion of his hips. This proves to make pleasing Miguel a bit difficult, as I’m being yanked back and forth, but I manage.

Miguel leans forward agains and reaches under me to grab my breasts. He takes the bouncing globes in his hands and squeezes and plays with them, muttering about how full and firm they are just like his friend not 40 minutes earlier. I moan on his cock as he plays with my nipples, the sensations combining with the ones between my legs to bring me closer and closer to the edge I haven’t been able to cross for centuries.

I reach my unoccupied hand up to my clit, rubbing it quickly before Jack swats it away. I keen in disappointment before Jack mutters, “That’s my job.” He removes his hand from left shoulder and reaches around my leg, rubbing my clit as quickly as I was doing it myself. I moan uncontrollably at this, and have to force myself to focus back on Miguel.

I bob up and down his length even faster now, my hand squeezing and twisting as my tongue works the upper half. I remove my hand, and with a glance up at him, I deepthroat him. His cock disappears down my throat, and I don’t even gag this time, evidence of my gag reflex being suppressed after thousands of years of sucking dick. Practice makes perfect, they say…

Miguel gasps and moans, his hands shooting to the back of my head to hold me in place as he thrusts his hips up into my mouth a little. I feel more than a little used, being pounded into at both ends, but I don’t really mind that much. Not when all of us are enjoying it so much.

I gasp for air when Miguel finally relents, allowing me to breath as I pull off. “Keep going, you’re perfect,” he urges, clearly close to blowing his load in my mouth. And from the grunts Jack is making, so is he. His hand on my clit has sort of stalled, his own pleasure taking priority over mine. How typical of him. I reach my own hand up once again and do the job right, moving his hand aside as it goes back to my waist.

I continue sucking Miguel quickly, my mouth and hand working in concert to bring him to orgasm. He cums first, holding my head still as he erratically thrusts into my mouth, firing shots of cum into me. He is quickly followed by Jack, who pulls my hips back into his to bury himself as deep inside me as possible as he too shoots his load into me. For a few both degrading and glorious moments, I’m being pumped full of cum at both ends, the two boys groaning and swearing as they dump their loads into me.

Miguel pulls out of my mouth with a satisfied smile, looking down at me and exclaiming, “Holy shit Mia, that was amazing!” I’m too busy to respond however, as Jack is still shooting cum into me, and I need to cum myself. “Please don’t stop now,” I moan. Jack resumes thrusting wildly, pounding away at me as his orgasm dies down.

It isn’t long before his pounding and my hand on my clit bring me to the edge. “Harder!” I cry out, too desperate to even care about what Jack will say about me seeming so needy and slutty. He obliges my request, his hips slamming into my ass so hard that it stings with each mighty thrust.

With one final moan, I cum for the first time since the Renaissance. My whole body shakes with a wave of pleasure as my insides spasm, milking Jack’s cock of any cum left in him as he groans. My last moan turns to a scream of pleasure and joy at finally orgasming after so long. For what feels like a wonderful eternity, I writhe in pleasure as Jack continues thrusting into me to draw it out even more. Miguel watches this display eagerly, happy to see me finally get the orgasm I deserve.

When it finally begins to fade, my screams die down and my hips still. My legs are shaking, and when Jack pulls out of me, I crumple to the floor. Usually people are exaggerating when they say they’re weak in the knees after sex, but this time it’s true as I stare up at the ceiling in blissful shock.

Miguel walks over and looks down at my quivering, sweaty form. The floor between my legs is a puddle, my fluids having leaked out during that experience that was, dare I say, heavenly. A demon doesn’t use that word lightly, but that orgasm definitely deserves that description.

“Good Lord Mia, you just came for almost a minute straight!” Miguel exclaims. I smile blankly up at him and murmur, “So would you if you hadn’t cum since the Medieval Era…” Miguel laughs at this. “True,” he replies with a smile.

Jack too comes over and surveys he and his friend’s handiwork. I have cum in both my mouth and pussy, and I’m too tired and satisfied from my own orgasm to do anything about it. In classic Jack fashion, he sums all our thought with a single, almost witty sentence.

“I think we’re going to enjoy our time together.”

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