If the anteroom was meant to put visitors to Xanadu in a sexual frame of mind, it was doing its job. Jane shook her head, she had to get her focus off...her cunt, she had to get it onto the story. But… suddenly, Fanderpeice was standing right behind her. ‘Interesting pictures aren’t they?’ he said, his voice almost a whisper. He continued, ‘You know, they were all painted by one of our member artists.’ Fanderpeice leaned closer to Jane. He pointed at one of the paintings. It showed a woman on her. Or you can “feel my tongue’s tip lightly tracing the length of your slit”, and “chasing that rivulet of nectar that comes from your core and glides effortlessly towards your quivering clit”.When my eyes are closed, I can let go of my hand as it becomes yours, “as you slowly, but firmly, stroke my cock to life”. With my eyes closed, I know it is you who “quickens the pace of stroking with your hands and smothers my cock with tender kisses”.Hopefully, when your eyes are closed, when I “caress. I sucked licked and kissed her boobs.She got up and I grabbed her from behind and pumped her boobs in front of mirror. I pumped them, squeezed them and she asked for more and more. She said mai janam janam ki pyasi hu, meri pyas bujao, muje apni randi banao. I kissed her back, her shoulders. I could not hold long and I caught her and tear her kurti from the front she was not wearing a bra. She liked my being wild and began sucking her boobs.I kept sucking her boobs one by one. I sucked her. .How can I be of assistance to you?" asked Lara..as she looked at Clark from behind her black Perry Ellis designer spectacles. Her father being Gordon Goodnite..one of the most influential businessmen in Jamaica....made Clark wonder why she chose the profession of criminologist...rather than living off her millions... or finding a husband...settling down...to have a family.Then he recalled Lara's reputation for being direct in what she said...sometimes to the point of being blunt. It made Clark.