"The coat's too small." Connie," the sister said, "give me a dollar so I can stuff it in his g-string." Donnita!" Constance Mendoza said, slapping at ...er sister's hand. "Hector has a green t-shirt that might work. I don't think 'Chippendale's Elf' is going to work for the foster kids."Scott folded his hands under his arms to cover his chest. The sister, Donnita, kept making exaggerated eyes at him and pursing her lips.Connie came back with the t-shirt before things got too uncomfortable. Hector. It wasn’t just the poison – the toxin might have separated him from his body, but a demon was keeping him there. I killed it, healed him, did the ritual ... and ran out of mana. Couldn’t wake up. Honestly, I’m sort of surprised one of those templars didn’t behead me while I was out of it.”The rest of us exchanged embarrassed glances, seemingly silently agreeing not to talk about it. Anders looked around wryly, but Aedan changed the subject before he could say anything else.“And how does his. Mmm..." His strong hands grasped at my cheeks. I caved. I could feel my hole anticipating, twitching. I pushed it out to him. "In the car...and you better make my come." He kissed the back of my neck. I jumped in the back seat of the car, and he followed, closing and locking the doors. I immediately noticed his bulge. He was getting hard. He undid his shorts, unveiling his rather impressive cock. Couldn't guess how long, but it was longer and bigger than anything I had put in my mouth or my. It was one of those places celebrities went to have a quietevening of dining without having fans bothering them every second."Good evening, Mister Bennington, your usual table?" the host asked."Yes Maurice, that would be fine."The couple was escorted to a small table near the center of the room andseated by the host."Would you like a cocktail?" Paul asked Tiffany."A glass of white wine would be fine," she answered.Tiffany was handed a menu which she opened and wondered why there wereno prices.