He was panting like a long distance runner as he lowered his head to my ear and nibbled on it.‘Where do you want me to come?’ he whispered gruffly... his hot breath on the sensitive skin of my ears sending shivers through my whole body. ‘’Come over… my breasts... my face… my mouth… all over me’ I cried out in between gasps as he plunged a few more times inside me before withdrawing.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………I could feel the pressure building in my balls as I withdrew. Mr. M was about 6’3” tall, thin, grey hair, and absurdly long fingers. That’s what most people would notice, but I noticed other things…the hint of a hairy chest lurking under a white shirt, the fact that his tongue seemed too big for his mouth and most of all those times when he stood behind his desk, pushed the chair in with his thighs and leaned back. The chair pressing his trousers tight to his legs and the the faint outline of what could well have been a sizeable snake seeming to run down. "Any more futile gestures?" The stranger said his eyes roaming over all of them. The remaining henchmen looked to their leader terrified. "Of course not Lord Amek. My apologizes for the misunderstanding. Your sudden appearance caught my men by surprise. Most of them have not been graced with the honor of your presence, and so they did not know who they were attacking." Anton said bowing low.Looking over at Anthony Amek said, "Who is the other one? I refer of course to the strong one who has. He was moving away from Embalis, though. The young scout's eyes were haunted, like those of a panicked animal.It grieved Ceriandel to see a fellow elf, or any intelligent being look thus. He hailed the elf, holding out a peaceful hand."Scout of Embalis." He said. "Come and rest, we are friends."The scout started at the sound of his voice and spun about, flashing out his hyandai. "Who is there?" The scout demanded. The look of panic was now a flashing hostility, worry, yes, but more.