.” and pausing for a response.“I’m not yet old enough to be a mister, sir. You can just call me Darren,” I told him.Wait? Are those real crick...ts? Is the ocean so close I can hear the waves all the way in here?The poor guy had no idea how to respond. Neither did any of the other staff since the old man was waiting on them to serve me first before he headed off with his protection details to go to his secured area.I went to the worst looking woman, whose acne scars kept her from being a. I saw Quaithe, of course, the masked Shadowbinder from Asshai, who gave a rather curious look as I marched past her en route to my destination. It was past dusk, of course, so that my nest would not roast in the sunlight.As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open palm against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name. “I bet she is rolling around on the bloody floor laughing her devious, manipulative, arse off. God damn her, how could she do this to me,” he wailed.“Hey! Darcy,” Spike said to distract him.“What?” Darcy responded, still angrily with himself for being an idiot.Spike pressed something onto his vambrace.“OH!! FUCK!!” he screamed and shuddered violently.They had all stepped back from him when he had started screaming long and loudly. He collapsed to his knees and with his hands on the floor and. Once his shirt was off I stroked my fingers through his chest hair and sucked on his nipples, our cocks rubbing against each other through our clothes. I knelt down in front of him ready to unleash the monster of a cock that was throbbing through the material. His cock measured about 6 inches from what I could tell but all I cared about was getting it in my mouth. I put his hard, hairy cock into my mouth and began fondling his balls. He placed both hands on the back of my head and pushed his.