“You little fool, I am not the Mask of the Red Death, I am the Mask of La Petite Mort!"“Well then, show me what you can do, bitch.”She knocks of... my hat and my hair tumbles down. I then have her pluck off my jacket and rip my shirt down to my waist and strip down my pantalonies and peel off my boots. That foray leaves me as I am without panties and with swollen nipples!La Petite Mort grabs my hand, “Let’s tango!”The violin plays and Liana sings Estrela da Terde.“My love, my loveMy evening. Clelia spoke to her neighbor. “Look at him. Isn’t he marvelous? We view these slaves as art. They are imbued with esthetic perfection. They spend hours each day in physical training. And watch this.” She motioned Marius to approach. She ran her fingers over the articulated muscles of his torso and thighs and then lightly stroked his sex, both the shaft and the testicles. Marius slowed his breathing and cleared his mind to allow his body to do its work. And, indeed, his shaft rose to attention.. I can’t wait.“But not quite yet,” My pleasure turns to disappointment.He backs away, turns to the far end of the table, andpositions himself between my legs.“I first need to play doctor!”“Oh fuck!” I nearly yell out in delight!His head lowers and soon disappears. It disappearsbetween my legs. I don’t know where it goes at first, butthen I feel it. He starts quickly and with littlewarning. Suddenly, I feel his tongue against my openpussy.“Oh. We took Heather out to lunch and then went back to her dorm. My girlfriend told me that she wanted to go to the bookstore across campus to buy Kaitlyn a sweatshirt. She told me to wait with Heather in her dorm room until she got back and that she would text me when she was done. I told her ok. Heather and I went back to her room. We sat and talked about her classes for a while. All during the time she was occasionally on her phone texting someone. She was smiling and giggling about something. I.