You WANT to keep looking deep into my eyes …. you NEED to keep looking deep into my eyes . But you are so sleepy and your eyes are so heavy. They wa...t to close. But I won’t LET you close them. I command you to keep looking into my eyes. Its all so confusing isn’t it my pet? Open … close … what can a poor boy do?’ He tried to speak, slowly forming his lips in the shape of the word no, but he felt so tired and the effort exhausted him so. He wanted to resist, but he felt to powerless to fight. Returning to the main chamber, I checked the other two wings for break-ins or damage, and other than a fallen dead bouquet in the oldest room, all was well. They are so much closer here, these shells of humans. Only six inches of marble and concrete separate the living from the dead, unlike the subterranean residents, who slept silently underneath between two and six feet of earth, concrete and water. ‘Six Feet Under’ didn’t film here, in the cemetery placed atop one of the only patches of. ” Lord Michael began to rub her harder, his fingers pinching her lips up and down as he pulled them open, his other finger placed between the wet lips, rocking up and down, his fingertip gliding over the head of her swollen pleasure button. She was ready, his finger pushing into the dark, mysterious hole that preserved her maidenhood, feeling the muscles fighting the unnatural intrusion. She moaned and groaned as her body rocked back and forth, her white skin glowing with a faint hint of. The barman glanced at Lauren and took a long look at Emma."Two cokes, please!" said Lauren. The barman served them within seconds, bringing a little bowl of nuts and crackers with their drinks as he smiled at them both. Lauren asked for the dinner menu and they studied it, trying to determine from the French and Spanish descriptions exactly what each dish contained. Lauren was pleased that it included European dishes as well, and settled for the beef stroganoff while Emma had plaice and chips..