I watch her pinch and twist her nipples until they jut out like bullets from her firm, round tits. Stepping back from the mirror, she smiles seductive...y, as she rolls her panties down her legs. I've watched her get undressed dozens of times, but never as tantalizingly as this. My cock is rock hard and I'm stroking its full length, when she crooks her finger, beckoning her fantasy lover towards her bed.She turns off the overhead light, but luckily for me, she keeps a mini-lamp on her nightstand. What were they going to do? I asked myself. Was I going to left in this bag?My answer came in a few minutes when the bag was untied and I was freed. John smiled as he unbound my wrist and ankles. "I hope my fantasy has been fun for you," he said. "If it's been too much, tell me now and I'll bring you your clothes and you can take the night flight back home." With my hair looking like this." He laughed and I looked into his green eyes and said, "I'll do what ever you want."John told me that I. Another ten minutes passed ... an eternity in some ways ... before reaching the bedroom.He tilted my head and kissed me, spilling a long string of his saliva from his mouth into mine — then followed with his knowing tongue."Ohhhh Johnny," I moaned and not for the first time that night.We sank into the mattress of his bed, his massive frame on top of me. The kisses continued without pause and I was nearing another heavenly climax when he griped me by the throat, his powerful fingers depressing. "Let him run on," said Danglars, restraining the young man; "drunk as he is, he is not much out in what he says. Absence severs as well as death, and if the walls of a prison were between Edmond and Mercedes they would be as effectually separated as if he lay under a tombstone." Yes; but one gets out of prison," said Caderousse, who, with what sense was left him, listened eagerly to the conversation, "and when one gets out and one's name is Edmond Dantes, one seeks revenge"--"What matters.