The frotteur settled on rasping his thumb over my clitoris while grazing his knuckles up and down labia that were aiding his pleasure and mine by beco...ing soaked in my vaginal juices. Then another set of digits joined his, this time delicate small fingers unlike the fat stubby finger already there. I stroked the girl's hair and she grunted on the guy's cock in response.The two sets of fingers seemed to work in unison as if to a well establish script; the fat fingers now concentrated on fucking. “My Animus.” He paused and thought for a moment. “My, ah, guardian spirit? Mine likes blood. Makes me heal faster.”“Well that is… useful,” Doctor Kalfou said, scanning her eyes over Reeve’s intricate tattoos. The pale patches of vitiligo on Reeve’s face, chest, and stomach made his tattoos very stark in contrast, but honestly Doctor Kalfou thought he looked a little like a patchwork quilt. From a distance he was just an odd collection of strange patterns and two-toned skin. This close to him,. As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered. “Then this concludes our meeting. We need that code broke and those cores connected to begin production on the dolls,” Kate announces. “Time is money people. Get it done!”The room fills with chatter as the team leaders all get up from the elongated table and filters out the door.“River,” Kate says. “May I have a word with you privately?”River looks to his wife. Jocelyn smiles, “I’ll be in the lab.”Once the room is clear, Kate stands up and picks up the small remote sitting next to the folder on.