" Paul, huh? He's a good guy. One of the few here who's never killed anyone."I choked on my water."Killed?"The barman tilted his head again."Yeah, kil...ed. Sometimes the gentlemen take it a little to far and... you know..."He dragged his thumb across his neck and made a "kkkhhhrrrrt" sound.I understood and suddenly I remembered the bloody handprint on the man's belly."It's not appreciated if you kill the girls but it doesn't really matter either. We always got fresh meat rolling in. What's your. Before you could lose all total control of yourself, you raised yourself from my body and began to undress me, slowly removing each piece of clothing as though it cost a fortune or savoring each moment of time and the removal of each piece of clothing. Finally i lay before you as bare as the day that i came into this world. Your eyes locked onto mine as you unbuttoned your shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then you reached for your belt and i raised up and asked that you allow me. Your hands. I've worked hard to get it and I work hard to keep it. You know, you could have a body like this too."Ryan giggled. "I'd look kinda silly looking like that. Besides, I'd miss my private parts!" he finished, fondling his naked penis and testicles."Oh don't worry, you won't miss them at all." she said, and then everything seemed to go black for Ryan.He awoke hours later. He was alone. "Samantha!" he called, and sat up in shock at the quality of his voice. It was the voice of a sex machine, a. Taunting. Defiant. Inviting. But she never stopped sucking. And somehow, even with Charlie Summer’s stiff cock in her mouth, Lace had this way of looking at Fallon that made him feel like the only man in the world, even if only for the span of time her eyes were on him. Fallon had gripped his cock, rubbing and squeezing his solid shaft through his pants while he and Lace locked eyes. It had felt as if her eyes were telling him this should be you. He watched her lips work Charlie’s wet shaft.