Like a cat in heat, I realized, but that only drew up images of the latex-clad cat woman at Natalia’s exhibition and increased the throbbing emptine...s between my thighs. It was the longest Sunday of my life, and the night didn’t turn out to be much better. Sleep was a luxury that only came in short, troubled episodes, and when dawn finally broke, I needed a third cup of coffee to find my bearings. * The five minutes in the staff room had been hell. Only half of the crowd was already there,. Something woke me, a dream of a girl, feral with wild hair tied in braids, cropped to her shoulders with shapes finger painted on her cheeks and forehead using colors from mashed fruit. Her bright eyes stared into mine from a few feet away. It came back to me that I was naked, but she did not approach and I did not feel ashamed though I was always taught to cover myself. Her expression was alert, but her eyes looked up and down my body with wonder. She was young and beautiful, her skin a. “With that, I invite you two get undressed, and I will go find out where the women are,” and Louis walked out of the room and knocked on the door of the adjacent hotel where the women were changing.I began to undress, casually observing the other men in the room as they did the same. It was a very normal group of men, none were beefcakes, none were overly obese, and most were very normal, clean cut men. We all kept our underwear on as we joked about being in the locker room and began to eye. .. I love the way it feels to slide my soapy hand up and down your long, hard shaft ... I can't wait to suck your beautiful cock as well! Do you think your bitch ex-wife ever made that bastard feel this good?"Charles growled, "I don't give a fuck how she made him feel! And, I don't care about her any more—SHE could never have made me feel this good! Oh, God, Diana! I love how your hands feel on me! You know just how to stroke me ... oh, yes! Oh, God! I'm gonna come soon..." Charles moaned as.