Anyway, we got to her apartment building pretty quickly (or so it seemed).In the elevator I just grabbed her tits with both hands. They were delicious...y firm. Her left hand made a beeline for my balls, which she started massaging. She was good. Without breaking our respective grabs, we walked off the elevator, and got next to the door. Who I supposed was Brian opened. He was short and muscular (which was obvious because he was wearing a towel). He was good looking overall."Hey k**s, wanna come. When my stop comes up i stand up and walk to the door wiggling my hips then stand on tip toe to flaunt my long legs and beautiful bare feet decorated with red nail polish, ankle chains and toe rings. i think i look like a sexy young slave girl but the disappointing truth is i’m just a pathetic middle aged homosexual wearing soiled rags with a severe body odour problem. my personal hygiene is abysmal. i hardly ever bother with washing now – instead i rub scented oil in to my skin. To prove how. Suddenly, Richard bent down and bit gently into her neck, just below the ear. A shudder passed over her, and she squealed in pleasure, forgetting about everything for a moment. The squeal ended in a short yelp when he pressed forward, tearing through the barrier and penetrating by an inch. He rested, giving her the time to sample the sensation.“Are you all right, darling?”“I don’t know yet,” she panted truthfully. “I feel like I was split along my seams.”That feeling subsided quickly though,. Sipping his coffee, his brow furrowed with intensity. Cyril was from the vampire clan known as the Tremere, one of great heritage and aristocracy. Cyril was also one of the region’s thirteen ‘Justicars’, a high-ranking deliverer of Breed justice. The realization of how complicated the covens of ‘the Breed’ were made his head spin. He thought about ‘Uncle Andre,’ a dear friend and ex-lover of his mother’s. Andre was a vampire. Growing up around the supernatural, things such as this were rarely.