This time it was him talking about his life because he wanted to share it with the woman he loved.If she could remember the things that’d happened t... her five hundred years ago, he’d love to hear about her life too. But, those long-as-fuck torpors elder vamps liked to take, to keep their blood-lust in check, fucked with their minds, supposedly. Maybe Damien’s records might hold some information about her past? Doubtful, but there could be a hint about something, somewhere. Maybe they’d hold. Jim was smiling, not making any moves. Steve asked Jim if I looked sexy. Jim said very sexy. Steve asked Jim why was he not joining us! I was quite surprised at Steve's sexually aggressive behavior. He was after all, my husband for the last 10 years and a father to our two c***dren, ha, ha, ha. I sat down on the couch between them and turned my face towards Jim, who had lost all his bashfulness and began to caress my breasts. Soon he was deep kissing me. I would turn my head from side to side. The restaurant was just as Hala described, it was small and intimate, with great service and fantastic food. Johnny had the Mahshi, peppers and zucchini stuffed with rice and other veggies. Most Coptics were vegans and Johnny respected their dietary restrictions. After dinner it was off to the movie theater.The movie she wanted to see was showing at an older theater complete with a balcony. A balcony on which Hala dragged him up into the very last row. The movie, titled 122, was about a doctor. .... YOU'RE HURTING ME," Martin screamed out in frustration."Let go of my hair damn it you moron," he hissed.The Baron took his time with Martin. Then he squeezed Martin's cheeks andkissed Martin's red lips very deeply letting his tongue slide intoMartin's mouth. Martin flounced around against his bonds, but didn'treally move. Martin was trying desperately to stop things."UMMMPFFFFFF," was the constant sound he made while being kissed as hetook deep breaths. The Baron continued his passionate.