This portrait attracted the Count of Monte Cristo's attention, for he made three rapid steps in the chamber, and stopped suddenly before it. It was th... portrait of a young woman of five or six and twenty, with a dark complexion, and light and lustrous eyes, veiled beneath long lashes. She wore the picturesque costume of the Catalan fisherwomen, a red and black bodice, and golden pins in her hair. She was looking at the sea, and her form was outlined on the blue ocean and sky. The light was so. The realization of that fact shook me to the core. My wife had been right. I was a cock slut. I was her cock slut and I liked it.“Not yet,” my wife said loudly as she pulled me off Gianni’s hard, throbbing dick. She moved Steve in front of me and smiled.My eyes traveled slowly over Steve’s hard athletic body. He looked much different than his Italian friend. He was tall and lean with taut rippled muscles. His body was more pale than Gianni’s and unshaven but he wasn’t naturally hairy. His cock. I picked up the pill box and snapped it open, There were several large, deep blue softgels there and I gulped one down. I was going to wash it down from the toilet but decided I didn't really need the water.After attaching my jackoff device, I put it very low and dozed off. Julie was right about the sleeping pill, and I zonked out within a few minutes, falling into a deep slumber.The dream world is very strange and unexplainable, and I found myself in a bar drinking beer from a long neck. It was getting increasingly hard to keep my eyes closed. I wanted to see him so badly but he had repeated several times to keep them closed. He was kissing under my chin, turning my head back and forth with his tongue leaving wet lines along my neck and chest. Somehow my hands kept creeping down and touching him, wanting him, so he placed them under my pillows and told me to keep them there. He kissed all over my body, Ohhhh, kissing down my stomach, past my nipples, only using the tips of his.