Eric loved Amy’s playfulness, her genuine and carefree approach to life. It captivated him as did her body. He loved that she was tiny with delicate...wrists and ankles, yet still feisty and a physical force to be reckoned with in the bedroom. He loved to dominate her, yet equally enjoyed allowing her to be the aggressor. Amy looked incredible tonight as she strode before Eric in the skin tight, little black dress she had selected for the evening. There was no particular occasion for it tonight,. Art told me he thought you'd talk to me, but that you refused to give me an interview. I just want you to know I'll live with that, and I promise not to print anything you tell me, unless you specifically say I can."Al was mesmerized by her eyes and her voice. He finally realized he was still holding her hand, and gently released it. He didn't know if he imagined it, but he thought he felt a gentle squeeze as Bonnie also released his hand. Slightly flustered, Al looked around for Lt. Slavens.. Demitri couldn’t take it anymore!, his hand moved from her pussy, hearing her whimper in sadness he smiled and whispered, ‘ It shall be replaced ‘, Gina sat confused as she was lifted and taken to a nearby bed, her small frame was layed upon sheets as Demitri, he first love ever, stripped his shirt, showing his well built chest. Small brown curls played along his chest, as she watched he undid his breeches, with nervous eyes she watched, without warning her eyes widen, mouth dropped. Demitri,. ‘What I want is for someone to tell me that my wife is alive. I want to walk into her chambers, kiss her, and then hold our daughter in my arms. I want to grow old with her!’ He was shaking in his anger, in his pain. His voice reverberated against the marble columns and echoed through the atrium. ‘But what I want is of no consequence, is it? No, only what the gods want. Tell me, mother, what did the gods want with my wife? What did they want with my Sorina?’ he sneered. ‘Tell me!’ Viorica.