“Mmm, trying to get me drunk, Mister?” I said with a smirk. “Er, no...” he said. “Just want to spend some time with my favourite dark angel....�� “Oh really, golden boy?” I said lifting the small glass from the coffee table. He smiled and draped his arm across the back of the sofa. The tips of his fingers were just resting on my shoulder. “So, what's on the box then?” I asked. “Huh?” “The telly, Friday night's usually pretty good, what about the...” Before I could say anything else, he had planted. . meine movie lagayi but woh boar ho rahi thi shayad unka kuch aur karne ka mood tha ;) .. woh boli baate karte hai.. Band kar movie.. Mein bola jaisa aap kahe.. Meine band kari.. Aur baate karne lage.. Mein leta tha mera sar unke pairo pe tha.. Aur woh baith k mere sar mein se haath ghuma rahi thi.. baate karte karte woh boli.. Pair dukh rahe hai aaj bohot kaam tha toh.. Mein bola ruko mein daba deta hu aur massage bhi kar deta hu.. Woh has k boli koi jarurat nahi a… Mein bola aise kaise. I let your fingers slide inside you, coating your fingers with your wetness. I take them away, and move them back to my mouth, licking them clean. I savour your taste. I try and fit all of your fingers in my mouth, trying to swallow them, as you did my cock the night before. You do taste sooo good. I finally break away from your fingers and quickly pounce on your breast. Centering on your nipple, I try and take as much of your areole and breast into my mouth, mouthing it lapping it. Finishing. I just didn't. Maybe I thought I'd get in trouble. Maybe Ithought that if I didn't talk about it, it would be like it didn'thappen. I just don't know. But he saved me."Bruce didn't know how to respond."That's the man I love," Harley said. "The rest of it - that's justwindow dressing. He's in there, still. I know it."* * *Alfred drove his car - a 1939 Rolls Royce Wraith which had been apresent from Master Bruce - up the winding drive toward Wayne Manor,taking each curve with reckless.