I opened my mouth and took his shaft and pushed his cock all the way down my throat, the way I like it. I used my tongue to run up and down his shaft....Mark put his head between my legs, grabbed the cheeks of my ass, brought my legs up over his shoulders, put his mouth on my cunt and used his tongue to play with my clit. I was ready to come again. He stuck his fingers in and moved them in and out at the same time. I shook all over, I moaned and came. Sammy had moved and kneeled on the other side. When my entourage and I arrived at the gallery, sold stickers dotted all my paintings, and Craig Harris was ecstatic. At first, that's how I felt, but after I'd talked with my buyers, I realized some of them had purchased my paintings not so much for their artistic merit or investment potential but rather for the titillating fact that the artist had beheaded two men with a sword. My fame had preceded me, but not my fame as an artist.Argh.I aggravated this attitude when I walked into the gallery. I stared at her for a moment before I stepped aside, making way for her to come inside. She slowly walked into the room. She gave the place a quick scan, before she walked up to the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress.“How do you know where I live?” I asked her.“After you leave, police come, many police,” she said.“That wasn’t my question. I want to know how you found out where I live!” I demanded, raising my voice.“Don’t worry, only me.” She smiled.I smiled back. Shaking my. It fascinated me, this ever-widening pool around me that tasted of iron and sweet salt. My hearing was fading, too, sounding like I was under water, shadows falling on the pretty puddle.I heard, through the growing haze, a roar of rage and fury that made me smile, at least on the inside. There was no fear; I was safe now. My archangel was here.I closed my eyes and drifted, floating in my crimson water, pain free and happy. I felt my eyes trying to open when my archangel called to me, but I.