He blabbed about it in school. Word got around. Lots of guys started hitting on me at school. I fucked several of them."I said, "Well, it looks lik... you need some more punishment." I started slapping Carol's tits and face with my hard cock. I pinched her nipples until they were bruised. I left bite marks on her tits. Her eyes were hooded and there was a small bruise under one of them. I had never felt like this before. I became a mad man, punishing Carol's body. With every stroke or. As we turn to leave the Indian ambassador, his wife, and several others are entering. The ambassador looks us over. One of their number who I know as Shamra (he’s a very good security type) steps between me and the ambassador. I slowly raise both hands in a gesture of peace. Shamra says, “So Kartikeya, you still live. I’d heard certain mutual enemies killed you.” The ambassador is walking past, but stops at this reference to the God of War, and watches us.I reply in a friendly manner, “Yes, I. .. you...” I grabbed her. And I kissed her. Hard. My tongue and hers met and played and it was kind of like being jettisoned into space. My skin prickled and my ears popped and hissed as tiny bits of moisture boiled along my eardrums. I felt cold and hot at the same time, like the sun was shining on me and hard vacuum was sucking my body heat away. My eyes blurred and I saw stars.Oh, wait, that was because we had been jettisoned into space.I broke the kiss, looking around. My lungs burned – but. You reach inside my bodice and cup one of my breasts in your hand. Your fingers move to my nipple and pinch it lightly, rolling the nipple between your fingers as I moan in approval. You release the nipple, then lift your champagne glass. “To us,” you say, as you carefully spill a small amount of the wine on the breast. I gasp and shiver slightly as the cold champagne hits my nipple. Soon, though, your warm mouth is on my breast, your swirling tongue lapping at the champagne and teasing my.