“Why keep it?” I asked then realized that he had just demonstrated why. “It is a reminder of what I once was and what they took from me.” He s...id then turned to me. I felt my stomach drop as he moved closer. “But don’t for a second compare your situation to mine. I had much more than you and they did much more to me than just strip me of power and rank and condemn me to death.” he said bitterly. I glanced momentarily at the faint scars lining his lean torso. He walked over to me and placed a. What was that called? Huh, my head hurts ... what was that called? “Let’s Face the Music and Dance,” that’s it. Now who all recorded it? Frank Sinatra, no, no ... who was it? — Nat King Cole. Perfect!“I will be right back, you ... I have got the song in my head, but I am going to see who recorded it, be right back.”I went up to my computer and opened iTunes and sampled each of them. “I got it,” I yelled. I downloaded it to my IPod and went downstairs for cookies and milk.“What did you find?”. Her other hand was on my buttocks with one finger gently probing the ring of my anus, as though she was trying to push her finger in..."Not just yet, darling. Not just yet!" I pleaded as our lips sought each other out again as I carried her to my new bed. I lay her back gently on top of the blankets and stretched out next to her, folding her in my arms. My cock, rubbed gently against her thigh as our lips met again. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth. I let my hand probe between her thighs. Some of it was almost artistic. I didn't go for the hurriedly scribbled phone numbers with promises of cock fun. I liked the more figurative work. Someone had drawn a male torso with a hard cock sticking up proud from the side of a pair of skimpy black lacy panties. He was wearing the usual fishnet stockings. I felt my cock rise and touch the cold rim of the porcelain. 'Time to go, I'll be late' I thought as I forced my unruly member back into my pants. During the short tube journey that.