Danielle took his erection in her hand and squeezed it as she kissedhim."Are you sure about this?" she asked as she slid under him."Oh god yes," Steve... groaned as he rubbed his erect penis on the frontof her nylon panties.His hands found her little breasts and flicked her already erectnipples."They're tiny," Danielle moued."They're perfect; just like you." Steven lowered his face and kissedher as he stroked her flat chest.Danielle sensed his urgency and guided him inside the leg of herknickers. “I woke up from this dream at around 1:00 this morning. I was feverishly sweaty, and I was very, very, VERY hard. Understand, it has been about a year since I woke up in the middle of the night in this condition. It took YOU -- your loving and lusty words and my sweet powerful erotic dreams of you -- to get me this way for the first time in a very long time. I tried to get back to sleep, but I couldn’t. So I took a cold shower to calm down. “That didn’t help. I started to think about what you. Then intense fear of terrible pain gripped her very soul as she remembered what he did when she tried to refuse to give him a blow job. She started begging him not to hurt her that she was sorry but she did not think she could take his big cock up her ass without permanent injury. He said nothing but she could hear him moving about the room as if searching for something. Then he was still and everything went silent. She could not even hear him breathing. She knew in her gut that she was about. A bullet that went straight through was barely a wound to a Kindred, but a hollow-point round that tore up flesh and got lodged in the body, was a lot deadlier. Sándor smashing his head into a wall hard enough to crack the bone, had scrambled his circuits so bad, he hadn’t been able to move. All those wounds had ceased to exist.He sighed. Was he dead? He supposed it didn’t matter, since Beatrice was going to kill him anyway. He was tempted to let her. She was going to blame him for Julias’s.