.." I breathed, licking my lips and moving slowly.I lay between the two corpses, brother and sister, in the center of that great and ancient bed soake... in blood. Michel pushed my long legs high for him, so that I was bent over his shoulders and helpless beneath his weight. I was his completely then, open and vulnerable, and I clawed at his back as he plunged his cock into the depths of my sex, penetrating me as deeply as he could, so that I felt him pressing the very entrance to my barren. "So it does," Pete said softly. "I imagine the party was pretty much over after everyone learned of your article. But as you note, Shawn, I wasn't there." And the BDSM?" I asked."Neither the Governor nor I have any recollection of any unusual behavior on the plane," he said. "But it was a fair-sized aircraft." So it's possible?"He gave me a rueful look."Anything is possible." Did you save room for dessert?" the waitress asked us when we had finished our meals. "Some tiramisu, perhaps?" Some. “Not from what I can tell. I think you’re just supposed to read it.” You flip thought the book, landing on a particular set of animations. “Oh, how about this? it’s not like a love spell or like a good luck spell--we’re going to know if this one doesn’t work.”“What is it?”“I dunno--seems like it should get your clothes off the floor, though.” You laugh, thinking about the insanity of it. “I mean I get why people thought charms might protect them from sickness and stuff--it’s all statistics. But. ”My cock instantly starts to grow. Whispering these words in my ear is how Susie loves to start her bedtime stories when we have sex. I knew this was going to be a good one. Susie continued, “Honey, I want you to understand I love you more than anything. I can’t wait until we get married this summer. We are going to have the most wonderful life together. We have the best sex life. We like the same things, right honey?”“You love when I tell you explicit details about my past. You’ve even shared.