”She snorted.He took a step away before turning to her. Saw her anger mar her beauty. Just as well. “I can’t empathize,” he said quietly, meet...ng only her eyes, “Or maybe I can now, a little. Men become monsters. Balls take over. Or maybe something else. Anger. Resentment. Whatever it is, it obviously can vanquish compassion. Rapists. Murderers. Abuse. Almost always men.”“It doesn’t sound like you’re convincing me.”“I’m not. I can say I’m not like that, but I doubt you believe me. I’ll grab my. The sight of your beautiful splendor leaves me speechless, you walk up to me, wrapping your arms around my shoulders, you kiss me again with as much passion as before. Pushing you back just a bit, I reach down and pull your top off. I stand there admiring your breasts there encased within your bra, begging to be release and suckled upon. I oblige by removing your bra, standing there I cup them both in my hands and lean down to address one then the other. Slowly, with my tongue, circling the. ”“Thank you Master. You never cease to amaze me Sir.”We sit there on the bed until I fall asleep in his arms. I am awakened several hours later by Michelle’s soft kisses. It seems that we are nearing our destination. She instructs me to dress and returns my white dress. I wash up and touch up my makeup. When I return to my seat. Master is reading a paper.He straps me in for the landing as Michelle buckles in across from me. She too has dressed again. We exchange knowing glances, as I blush with. She is moaning softly, her long sinuous legs hooked around his broad muscular shoulders, in a transcendent state of ecstasy. Of course, with Conan being her only lover, Alexandra has no one to compare his sexual prowess to, but she cannot imagine another man measuring up to him, not least in the cock department. She regards his dick as a beautiful thing, a piece of flesh art, circumcised and vein less, of considerable girth and length, as if carved from the finest marble by Michelangelo. Conan.