“Look at me. What is your name, soldier?” I began to glamor the Unsullied guard.“Horse Tail, ser,” the eunuch soldier responded.“Well, Horse...Tail, we are Nosferatu, as I have said. That is our race, a race from another world. We are Nosferatu, which means ‘undead.’ We are neither living nor dead, but something else. We are not human or mortal at all. We do not live off meat or bread or fruit or cheese, but off blood. Human blood. Do you understand me now, soldier? You will let us pass. All of. On Sundays, I would travel to those toilets in town which had first aroused my curiosity. Of course I had fantasized what it would be like to be confronted by another man's cock, and what I might do with it, but at this point it was all theory. These toilets seemed to exude a certain kind of sexual energy. I felt it. You could smell it. Dried on sperm trails on the walls and the back of the cubicle doors. Sometimes, if you entered at the right point, a deposit of sperm slowly oozing down the. I was getting hot. Visions of her licking my nipples started filling my head.I grabbed my nips and rolled them violently in my finger tips as I made my way to the edge of the bed. She took her shirt off and approached me.Enough was enough.I grabbed her and brought her up onto the bed. I threw her down, so she was laying on her back. She spread her legs wide apart: her shorts still on. I saw her little undies through the bottom of her shorts. She had her finger in her mouth, sucking on it while. She is a hot bomb with sexy curves. I never used to miss a chance to see her cleavage while working. Earlier I used to peep through key holes to watch her change clothes or while bathing.I always used to touch her whenever we pass by. Whenever she sleeps, I used to sit beside and touch her breast gently. This has been going for a long time. I never had courage to tell it frankly. I got a chance, once my sis and parents decided to send her to dubai for job. I have arranged visa and a sharing.