His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish wine and a list h...s previous self had been working on late last night. On the left of his bed the open balcony door blew a soft breeze his way. From his room in the Red Keep he had a tremendous view not only on the city of Kings Landing below him, but also on the ocean stretching into the distance. A distance in which, as Lyonel knew from his extensive knowledge. "Um, hey," I said. Sitting up she said, "I thought you were not going to show up." She voice was soft and sensual, her voice was almost drowned out by the thumps of my heart. The blood flowed down filling my flaccid cock. She is now standing in front of me. With my hands shaking a bit from excitement and nerves, I cup hyphen back of her head bringing her soft lips to mine. During this embrace, my other hand begins to slip her strap of her black laced bra off her sun-kissed shoulders. I pull her. Isn't that true, Arnie?" "Yes," he managed to say from within his deep trance. "Yes. You want to come here every night. Every night at six o'clock. You will come to this office so you can feel this warm, wonderful dreamlike ecstasy. It's maddening, the need. Can't you feel the desire? Don't you crave coming here to feel this way?" "Yes. Oh, yes," said Arnie. "When you get here, you will need to sit in this seat, and look at the picture. As soon as you see it, you will start to move. It's just another set of my lips. You seemed to enjoy these," she stated, blowing a kiss at her, "these ones taste even better." She said, shaking her groin in Gigi's face gently. "I know what you want," the girl giggled as she slid her hand down to her groin. "And I want to give it to you." She cupped her hand over her genitals and squeezed gently. "I have to go sooooo badly," she whined playfully. Gigi perked up when she heard that. She was brought to her knees by the thought of another.