“Look at me. What is your name, soldier?” I began to glamor the Unsullied guard.“Horse Tail, ser,” the eunuch soldier responded.“Well, Horse...Tail, we are Nosferatu, as I have said. That is our race, a race from another world. We are Nosferatu, which means ‘undead.’ We are neither living nor dead, but something else. We are not human or mortal at all. We do not live off meat or bread or fruit or cheese, but off blood. Human blood. Do you understand me now, soldier? You will let us pass. All of. In awe of these images, I shut down the computer and let my mind imagine how many more perversions we could experiment with. Like a link in a computer, my mind clicked onto Louise's toy drawer. With trembling hands, I pulled out her drawer and thoroughly examined each naughty little item. It was so arousing to touch each toy, knowing that they all had either been attached to her tender bits or stuffed up her pussy. No matter how objective I tried to remain while examining her collection, my. By the way you owe me twenty bucks, because that’s what I had to pay him to call me when you two showed up again.”“He called last week when you two went to dinner there, I rushed to the restaurant and followed you home that night. I live about ten miles from here. I checked out your routine and discovered you get home before your wife on Fridays. So here I am, ready to keep my promise.”He bent down and picked up my under shorts and stuffed them in my mouth then he tied it in place with another. Beads of warm water ran down her soft, glowing, wet skin and the sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating her naked body. She lifted the thick ivory coloured towel to her face and patted it dry. Her body smelled divine as she pulled the towel around herself and then fashioned it, turban-style, around her dripping long red hair. She wiped away some condensation from the large mirror over the sink, looked at her reflection, and rubbed the faintest smudge of mascara from under an eye.