Even my mind could not contain the mind of a god, but enough of you is in every little spark of your power to be conscious. Fascinating, truly fascina...ing. I'll learn a lot about your manipulative brethren from you, Lord of Murder. It will make them all easier to usurp. Fear not, pitiful godling, you shall have company soon enough."Then another voice murmured in Zoraster's mind. This voice was familiar, and had been speaking to him for a long time. Zoraster chuckled, "Why, what a splendid idea.. Seconds later, one guy moved up to me and placed a knife at my throat.“Don’t move,” he said, before continuing in a thick London accent, “Tommy, check him to see if the fudge packer’s got dough.”After Tommy frisked me, also checking my arms and neck for jewellery, he replied, “Harry, the sausage jockey’s clean, his got fuck-all on him that we can nick.”“Christ, I was hoping that we could score a few pints off the chutney ferret tonight,” Tommy replied, somewhat irritated.“Me too, mate,” Harry. " There was a husky tone to the comment, and the Indian girl felt almost instant attraction to the undercurrent of seduction. "I've missed it too, Syl. But you've been busy, huh." That drew a sultry smile, and the response was murmured softly. "Yes, Jim's kept me busy. But I haven't forgotten you, darling. I'm hoping we can see each other before I leave. I'll be here another ten days, and Jim's very weak. Who can tell?"Chandra felt a hand on her breast. Sylvia was leaning into her, lips near. She was unable to spread her legs but I knew we both were craving to get touched. I pushed her back and was kissing her neck. She was aroused by the way our body was rubbing and she didn’t hesitate when my grip went onto her breasts. We were going mad to have sex and her place was far from there. So we just rushed to my apartment which was not much far from there. My apartment was spacey and my roomies were out for new year party. What’s next. I was now looking at her now closely and with a.