Like a grave.’ ‘Tell me what happened.’ She breathed once, twice. I flipped the phone closed. ‘It must have been something he took,’ she sai.... ‘He was sick. He got sick. I’d just gotten here and he wasn’t himself. He wanted me in the bedroom. He was ordering me around—’Take your clothes off! Get in the bedroom!’ He never did that. He wasn’t like that. Then he got sick, just started pulling at himself and shaking, pulling at his skin. I got scared. Oh God, I got so scared! He’s so strong inside.. So that was what had brought Carmen to this strange building in Hampstead. Jean was to arrive half an hour later according to the instructions. Carmen's taxi had dropped her at the gates of a large gothic looking house. She could see square shaped turrets on either side of the forbidding looking manse. Garret rooms looked out over the heath and flickering light illuminated the net-curtained windows. Her view of the house was restricted by the over hanging shrubbery that darkened the gravel path. The Nobleman grunted in surprise as something thunked into his skull from overhead. He rubbed the top of his head, bent to retrieve the offending object, and rolled the small, hard apple in his palm. “Woops,” Silmaria grinned down at him, and her soft laughter was joy itself, a melodious tune to write songs of. Rael smirked up at her and arched a brow. “It slipped,” she explained, laughing again from where she stretched out among the branches and scant leaves in the great old tree atop the. “Oh God… Oh God…”He must have been orgasming because I could tell Mel was swallowing. While he was coming down from the peak, she was running her extended tongue over his testicles and shaft. Then, she shot me a playful look.“Why don't you cum this much on your second time, Jim?”I laughed at her good-natured teasing. She always loved messing with me.“You should've seen me at fifteen. I came twice as much back then.”She licked over the head of his cock like a lollipop, as it semi-deflated.“You.