At that moment, Aren decided to stop thinking. He knew he didn’t know what he really wanted from Gin. He didn’t care. He also knew that thinking a...out it would bring him no closer to enlightenment than he was already, so why bother. He decided to simply go with what felt right. He decided not to question his heart with the screwed up stuff in his head. Right now, nothing in the world felt more right than holding Gin. ‘It’s late. I should probably go…’ he said. He knew leaving would be the. Capped with a large mushroom head, crisscrossed with veins and throbbing with life, I wanted to worship it like a pagan idol. I slid my hands up his hard muscled thighs. When I reached his groin, one hand went high and grabbed the shaft while the other went low to heft his sizable balls. My fingers just barely reached around his fat cock, and he moaned as I began to stroke it up and down. Incredibly, it got thicker and harder, and a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. I tentatively licked the. I had my face made up just right, a little shadow, a little crimson lipstick and nothing else. I had my long auburn hair pulled back, in a 75 dollar French braid. I wore real silk stockings and rubies in my ears. Bert appreciated a good-looking woman as much as the next man, but I needed his respect, not lust. He wasn't going to entertain me like a whore, so I didn't dress like a whore. I was his troubleshooter; I needed to look like the Princess of Darkness.I put Jimmy in some black Armani, he. That was the only chance I had to make things right.“Mrs. Verhooven” I began “first let me apologize for what I did especially as it led to you being hurt. As far as your question the answer is yes, you are attractive, in fact I think that you’re beautiful. That in no way is an excuse for my behavior and I don’t know how I can make up for it.”Mrs. Verhooven now stood and she seemed to tower over me as she drained the last bit of wine from her glass before refilling them both.“Not only am I.