* * * Four a.m. and I approach her door for the final time. I ring the bell and wait patiently, just in case she?s awake. I want to be sure, to take n... chance on her having time to scream or alert a neighbor. Only silence from within and I move quickly, picking the locks and putting my shoulder to the door to pop the security chain from its mounting. No sound from the alarm, it obediently ignores the front door. I hurry through the dark apartment to the bedroom, Taser ready in my hand, and flip. I simply gaped in awe as my cock stiffened and my arousal was obvious to her.She grinned at my embarrassment. “ Aw, your so nice I could eat you – my lovely boy.”She leaned into me and kissing me I could taste the drink on her lips... She lost her balance a little, rolled into me, pushing me onto my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest laying half over me.Her thigh slid up over mine: her warm crotch against my thigh.My pulse was pumping-up my python which I pressed against her.“Jesus! Is. Then my body froze as his deep voice broke the silence in the empty rest room,"What the fuck you lookin' at, faggot?" I couldn't speak. My heart was racing. He stared at me intensely."Fuck it." He grabbed me by the neck with his giant hands and forced me into an empty cubicle. "Sit the fuck down, white boy,"I immediately followed his orders and closed the lid on the toilet then sat down."Since you like staring at ma dick so much I thought you might as well suck me off like a bitch." But I'm Not. The Gnari girl missed Master Edwin. He had loved this chair. The chair was a sturdily crafted cherry wood with intricately carved figures of animals both mystical and mundane roaming all over the smooth surface. The seat was a rich blue satin stuffed with feather down. During her youth, Silmaria was often assigned to the care of the study, tending to the dusting and cleaning and organizing of the bookcases and tomes. Master Edwin would sit at his desk, penning his letters and reading over his.