Yeah, Viktor had been beyond cliché.With a merry chuckle, Antoinette gently sat him down. Not on the bed like he expected, but in a chair in the corn...r of the room, another big thing with red wood legs and blood red cushions. Pretty damn comfy, and royal.“Be a dear and sit still for me, would you? I would like to have some fun tonight, and I believe you will be happier for the experience.”He smiled up at her and nodded. “I mean, sure, but I’m not—”She kissed his forehead, and walked out. He’d. It was hot as hell and the sorry excuse of an air conditioner. The weak breeze that seeped from the slots on top of the droning beast, was not any cooler than the air hanging motionless in the room. One small consolation crossed her mind, at least the beast was rendering air that moved. The latch on the window refused to yield to her efforts to unfasten it.Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room ten floors off the ground and sentenced to die a slow death by melting. The exertion of yanking. No biggie as long as it does everything else its supposed to.”“It does.” “Thats all that counts. You have a nice dick.”“You too”We continued playing with each other. Stroking, holding them tight, massaging each other’s balls. I held Mike’s dick with 3 fingers and stroked him. He kept his hand on mine and leaned back in the seat and opened his legs. His body jerked a few times and he put his legs out straight in front of him and moaned,While I was stroking him I could tell he was. "How dare you!"John Phillips looked up to see Mistress Satin hovering over him, glanced to see all the other gurls of the clan bunched in the doorway, and didn't have time to react to Satin's gloved hand slapped him nine ways to Thursday. He tumbled and in a flash, baby was hitting him with baby fists that almost tickled."No one hurts anyone in the clan, unless they deserve it," Mistress Satin hissed, furious. "I thought you were smart, useless, and a pretty good person. But clearly, I was.