As he rang the doorbell he wondered what turn of events tonight might bring. His thoughts were interrupted by her appearance and wide enthusiastic smi...e of greeting.Little did he realise that she had been thinking similar thoughts to him. She liked well hung men and had tried to imagine what his equipment might be like. She had even gone to the trouble of speculating about it on the telephone to one her intimate girlfriends. Despite that her pessimistic nature had prepared her for a. It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward. Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or. She put on her gloves and opened it carefully. The words were fortunately in Latin and they were both able to read it at the same time. It spoke of obligations of the various families of Rome to turn their youngest daughters over to the “Vestal Virgins” temple when they reached the age of 16 and remained unmarried and unspoiled by male hands. If her translation was correct, the blood was used to reverse the aging process of the high priestess and her selected entourage, keeping them forever. Her hands wiped at her face. She hadn't worn makeup, because she'd known this would happen. She reached for the tissue in McDill's hand and dabbed at her eyes and cheeks with it. She straightened up. Her mouth quivered and her eyes were red, but otherwise she seemed to be in control of herself."What else do you remember?" asked McDill."After that ... nothing ... until I woke up in the hospital. I didn't remember any of what I just told you until two months ago." I only have one other question,".