" My words are full of conviction, and my confidence is growing as she stares at me. I will forever remember the look on her face, right here in this ...oment, when she utters the words that make me feel like a king. "Then I'm yours," Chanel whispers, and I suddenly feel a million miles from earth, lighter than air. I smile and don't waste one second to kiss this amazing woman that now belongs to me. I hold her tightly, feeling the hard fabric of her lace corset as her tongue plays with mine.. I got to the door as quietly as i could and looked through the glass, what I saw was unbelievable.The living room was at a right angle to the door which gave a perfect view. I saw a man, maybe in his early 40's, setting on a couch with all his clothes off and flung on the floor. Next to his clothes was a shirt and bra. I looked in shock as between his legs was a woman with her head buried in his crotch, head working up and down. It was my little wife giving him head, something she hated doing. He died in 1844, five years after my birth. I cherish the Thorvaldsen sculpture in my museum.Besides Andy and Liz, my genealogists traced a number of descendents from my past lives, and they listed a young man named Soren Thorsen as a direct descendent from my life in the 19th century, five generations removed, and as luck would have it, a gallery in New York was opening a Soren Thorsen one-man show. I noticed Thorsen's medium of choice was carrera marble, although to be accurate, the media was. Then he asked me to remove my kameez and bra. I did that and I was completely nude for the first time in my life in front of a man . He started kissing me all over my body. He removed his clothes in a hurry. I saw his erect cock and hypnotically started to shake it. Then he pleaded me to suck it.As I had sucked cocks of my previous boy friends, so I just dropped in and started sucking cock. He was ecstatic, never thought that I be so easily ready to suck his cock and that too with such delight..