Nothing. Nothing at all.In spite of my intense mental arousal, there was simply no longer aconnection to my groin. I could feel tears of frustration a...dhumiliation welling in my eyes.Then she stopped her dance and whispered, "Erect, Nicky," in my ear andI felt an immediate rush of blood to my groin, almost causing me tofaint.Looking down, my member rapidly engorged, swelling and becoming red andhard. It looked huge, longer, thicker than I remembered from the past,barely a part of me. "Now. . look how big your cock is. Is it that hard just because of me?" You know it is, Baby." God I'd like to have it in my mouth right now." Really?" Yeah, I want to suck it. I'd sure like to feel that big prick fucking my throat right now." I bet you would. Spread your legs a little more." Like this. Can you see my fingers playing on my clit? You really like that don't you? You like watching me masturbate while I tell you how much I want to suck your cock?" Yep, I just wish I was there so I can. She had been on the witness list for the trial but all of the conspirators had copped pleas and paid hefty fines or gone to jail, and she was never called. Her Friday assignations with the dean were back on schedule, and imaginatively pleasant, and she had been surprised to receive a bequest from the estate of Taylor Wilkins, a very old gold coin mounted on a gold necklace. It evidently was one of the treasures dredged up by salvagers at the Titanic site according to the booklet that came with. ‘Kneel.’ I obeyed, for there was no way I could escape him. ‘Open your eyes. See the sword that will claim your life.’ His manhood grew, until it was a monstrous beast. It stank like rotting meat. The shaft was rippled and veined like a warrior’s arm. He pushed my head down onto it, until I nearly choked from the stench. He forced my mouth open with his thumb and forefinger, and pushed it inside my mouth. ‘Move your quick tongue, fire-cunt. You’ll get your drink soon.’ He dropped his hands,.