It sensuously traces the delicious contours of her mouth, softly brushing first the bottom, then the top, then the bottom again. Her lips part slight...y. Her finger pulls gently at the bottom lip. He can see the white of her teeth, and behind them the reddish-pink of her tongue. She bites the finger softly. Her tongue flicks across the tip of it in playful circles. She allows her finger to explore her mouth, rubbing against her tongue, teeth and lips, simply enjoying the feeling. After a. She tells him she loves suckling them, which he already knows, and then he feels her lips sucking his balls, swallowing them into her mouth, gently. “Uh ooooohh…I love…that” he groans. “I uh really…ohhhh…love hwo you do that.” She eases up, kissing his growing erection. She feels his body tightening up, especially his ass as it lifts off the bed. She looks up and smiles and then kisses the tip of the cock before swallowing it. Sucking on the tip, she eases, slowly, down its shaft, and sucks it. There was silence then for a long moment, and then another sound, this time of movement. It sounded as though something were being thrown bodily onto a squeaking bed. She could not be certain, of course. Her mother's bedroom was separated from her own by the main bathroom.Not switching on the lamp, she made her way through the darkness to the door, pressing her ear tightly against it in order to listen better. There was the unmistakable sound of a heavy, dragging movement somewhere. She thought. “Yes, Monsieur’s ‘business’ in these parts is a carefully contrived ruse. And she means to deliver unto Gaia not only Monsieur but his entire entourage. Does this please you or do you pity these men?” I felt hatred in my heart, cold and pure, but I did not wish to confess this. My eyes went to the cloth bundle. Seeing my interest she picked it up. As she unravelled, its coarse pale gray darkened with moisture. Out of this she produced a lacquered and polished piece of wood covered in an oil.