I again come back to my conscious self after being put into a trance with your beauty and nodded to you as I picked up my bags and laptop. I step int... the elevator and place my bags on the floor. As another bright flash of lightning pours its light into the glass-covered elevator I take in the complete vision within that split second. The door closes and we start to climb upwards. We are climbing up the exterior of this five star hotel and I see the lighted skyline of Vancouver all around. “I notice that your scrotum has changed shape. It is tight now and the testicles seem to be higher up nearer to your body. Is that a part of being aroused?” I didn’t answer and was losing my composure. And Sheila must have picked up on it. “Are you O.K. Robert? Maybe we should stop now.” “I‘m sorry. I am very aroused now. I usually have more control. I want to apologize and we probably should stop for now.” She got up from her easel and came over to me and looked into my eyes. “It’s fine. She then went over to him and started kissing him starting with his lips slowly working her way down his neck over his chest continuing down over his six pack then down to his throbbing cock, she slowly started circling his bellend teasing him, then she started to take him in her mouth while moving her hand up and down his shaft watching him moan in sheer pleasure, before he exploded she stopped and slowly worked her way up to Marc’s lips. Kate then positioned herself so she was kneeling over. She moved with a calm detachment, as if she was completely unconcerned. Then she raised her hand, beckoning the seasoned killer to try again. With a roar, the big biker rose and ran straight toward her, only to grasp empty air again, and again stumble out of control until he landed face first onto the cold, hard blacktop. * The circle of bikers grew eerily quiet as Cam Bradshaw once again struggled to his feet. The burning rage that had fueled his attack dulled into what Myra knew was a slow.