." there was a flash and Dempsy was laying at Hartwell's feet, " ... the time ... to come..." Looking around Dempsy jumped to his feet and saluted Har...well. "I'm sorry sir I didn't know it was you!" At ease Dempsy, it wasn't me it was our host here." Hartwell said as Dempsy was staring wide eyed at the crawl space he'd just been in on the view screen.Dempsy was staring at several of the machines and panels, silent for a moment he whispered, "This is incredible, I've only read about the things I. Or fringe of a blanket... perhaps his hair. I can only imagine, not determine, as the touches and teases continue. The feathery feeling is gone now, replaced with something cold and wet... an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? Again, my mind can not choose, while my body revels in the sensation. Over and over, new sensations assault my skin, my mind, my being, each one bringing me closer to the point of overload. He knows my body like a favorite movie, a treasured. The room was very basic, almost cold like and functional, as we walked in, the bed was big enough, queen size, and I caught him looking at me as I eyed the bed, then threw my coat onto it. My husband fumbled away with the camera, and when he placed a couple of the video tape blanks on the desktop, I remarked laughingly, to break the ice, that there was only four hours fucking on them. I went across to him and started to kiss him, happy to find that he was responsive and quite a good kisser.. Well, he must've heard me because after playing around with $30 bucks in change, the machine started making all kinds of noises and lights started blinking on and off and then quarters just started spilling out all over the place! So fast I tried to catch them in the plastic cup, they were overflowing the tray! ! "Thank you Elvis! "I squealed with delight!The old lady next to me in the polyester pantsuit just sniffed and gave me a dirty look. But the cocktail waitress came up to me and gave me.