..." I cleared my throat ..... "I'm Jonathan Harker. Are you CountDracula, sir?"The giant gave a grim smile, took my bags from me and ushered me insid...."No sir," came a deep voice from the large man. "My name is Renfield,sir. I am Count Dracula's servant. The Count is expecting you, sir.Please wait here in the drawing room while I take your bags to yourquarters."I looked around as I stood there, straightening my tie, and shaking outmy longish blond hair. I looked for a mirror, but there was. Sam looked up pleadingly at me, but said nothing. Dante and I pulled out the metal rods and assembled some 1/2” high lettering on the end. I went simple using my name and a number. ADAM1 and ADAM2. We set them in the fire and prepared the girls. We laid them down flat and Dante sat on top holding their arms and body still. Sam was first. I was going to brand them in the lower back, the same spot a tramp stamp would go. That way it will be easily noticeable or revealable.“Please Adam...master.... We are poor a bit money but it is very happy all days long. Went we are at apartment he always in only a football shorts, either I with a T-shirt.One day we climb up the apartment rooftop to see the fireworks in the water festival in 2003. We talked a lot, he explained me something about Phnom Penh. At that time I look his balls through his shorts leg. I think I love it, I look and look he noticing me and cover his balls. from that day I always dream about them and lick them every night. And. You then suck my fingertips…Pure temptation I can’t resist…Upon this tender morning mist…I caress your neck so slightly…While you hold me really tightly…With my back against the grass…As I then squeeze your tight ass…My hands move to your thighs…Then I gaze upon your eyes…We then follow with our kiss…Igniting slowly with pure bliss …I am filled with much desire…Your luscious neck I then aspire…Starting to nibble on your neck…Turns you quickly to a wreck…Your sweet nothings so exotic…Gasping.