I feel Joy’s hand slide down my side, moving down lower. My forehead is getting wet, tense from anticipation. I feel her hand moving between us, s...iding toward me, feeling me as her hands rub over me. Joy pulls me close and I know she can feel my hardness against her body. She moves her hands away, teasing me, making me even harder. I feel her body pressing against me, pushing herself against me as we kiss, my breathing getting even heavier as she slides her tongue into my mouth. I moan as. I had spent many early mornings before rubbing my tool with hand lotion and imagining you with your hands in your most intimate hole.Now it was happening right before my eyes. You were moaning loudly and it was getting me so hard. You could see the bulge through my pants and boxers and you were having fun with it. The though of making me so hard had you yourself turned on. Touching yourself was one thing, but making someone else feel it was something entirely different. Something entirely. Amber nodded, ‘Are you an artist yourself?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘merely a collector. I understand that you are an aficiondo yourself.’ Amber laughed, ‘Yes, I guess I am.’ The man smiled and held out his hand. ‘My name is James. Perhaps you would like to view my collection sometime. I have quite a few pieces I think would interest you.’ Amber shook his hand and asked ‘Anything of note?’ James smiled modestly and shrugged. ‘I have some works by Picasso, as well as a Ming vase and some. Arthur tore into the hapless man's mind again. Eyes glazed over, the policeman bent over and retrieved his light before walking past Arthur, his mind refusing to acknowledge the vampire's presence.Arthur waited patiently as Mia and the few remaining policemen in the old jail tended to their wounded and loaded the remains of James and most of the ferals into the large van formerly used by the city's SWAT team. When the van pulled away, Arthur followed. He kept pace as the van traveled outside.