Her agile tongue coaxed the initial evidence of my desire from the leaking tip. The sounds of her mouth were musical. I watched as more of me disappea...ed between her lips with each passing moment. I could hardly contain myself as her mouth, lips, tongue and hands acted in concert.It went beyond the lustful pleasure I was undeniably experiencing. She was offering her heart; an offer I wanted to accept forever. I couldn’t remember being that close to coming for that long. She squeezed on and off. The tenth year I submitted to the fact that hope was lost. The fifteenth year I fully adjusted to my life in England and so on. Alastair taught me everything I knew but not that deep recessive memories would arise so far down the road. He taught me that every ten years a vampire slowly matures so at the age of 105 I fully matured but the psychosis of my trauma had waged war on my mind. Feeling a cool splitting on the top of my head as my mind replayed the events of a century ago I cringed. I could not get my hand even part way around it. Of course my hands weren't that big at my age anyway. I just stroked it up and down like he showed me and sat there enjoying this new feeling.The man then stood me up and let me kneel at the coffee table with my ass in his clear view. He was stroking my cock with one hand and then started feeling around my ass hole. His finger was probing the hole once in a while and pushing in. he then got something out of his pocket. It looked like a tube of. This continent is mine and I fully intend to leave my stamp on it. My conquest has just begun and I’m already invincible, so don’t resist me, don’t oppose me. It’s pointless and futile. I will have your allegiance, one way or the other!” I slammed my open palm down on the desk, an old Etruscan hand trick that sounded like a thunderclap.“Well, that’s that, then! Tell me, do ... you ... want into my panties? I mean ... do you want to fuck me now? Because if you’re Dictator ... well, there’s no.