It’s expensive to run a place like this as you can imagine. I’m looking for girls who have what it takes for the magazines and for the site and eh...h…” She paused for a moment while her finger ran down the middle of Grace’s chest and stomach. “you seem to have all the qualities I’m looking for Grace.” With those words she removed Grace’s champagne glass from her hand and put it on the ground. She slowly walked around Grace checking out her curves. “My word, she has a great body hasn’t she” she. Kissing and squeezing her buttocks. Licking the back of her knees…kissing the inside of her thighs. Her only senses were those of sound and touch, these alone was bringing her closer to her climax. I turned her over gently. Kissing the side of her neck, nuzzling the hollow spots of her shoulders, kissing hollow of her throat. She began to moan, shifting around on the bed. I slip down, kissing the swell of her breast, cupping it caressing it. I suck the nipple into my mouth, running my tongue. As soon as I walked into the diner and saw Darcy leaning over one of the tables and wiping it down, my cock started to thump the inside of my shorts. Taking my regular seat in Darcy's section, I put one hand under the table, reached up the leg of my shorts and began rubbing the head of my cock with my thumb and two fingers. The instant Darcy showed up at my table and spoke my name in greeting, followed by her charming smile, my cock immediately released so much precum that it soaked my fingers.. But this first child, Lyonel Baratheon, turned out like fine wine compared to the sour vinegar that would have been Joffrey. Lyonel still has some deviant tastes, but his are purely pleasurable in nature. He has inherited the strong build his father possessed in his prime, together with his black hair and blue eyes. The biggest difference between father and son (apart from Roberts current physique shaped by alcohol and gluttony) are about 8 inches where they count the most. Lyonel Baratheon is.