'"Oh, my God," Annika exclaimed. "Those Swedish Opera balls are really something. Do you think we can go?" Of course we can go. I'd love to go there w...th you. Actually I'm working at home all the way through to mid January. I'm preparing the set for Aida to the Madrid opera, and I have tons of material for costumes out of old Egypt. I think we could create some exciting costumes." Oh, that would be lovely. I could have my hair straightened and cut short like those sensuous old Egyptian hairdos,. He rolled over and peered over the edge of ... whatever they were on. It was only another five feet or so to the bakery floor, with a sturdy handle just over the edge. Alex lowered himself over the side and felt his feet touch the floor. Chester followed a moment later.They looked around to get their bearings.To their far right was the row of mixers. Past them and right again would be the door to the front lobby. Straight ahead was a tangled mass of disheveled machinery -- it hadn't looked this. I was very much obsessed with sex from my childhood so I used to satisfy all my wild fantasies with her. And to my wonder even she was very active sex partner and indulged in all kind of romantic and sexual activities with me without any denial. Like apart from normal sex I she used to suck my dick whenever we she got time like while while having coffee in evenings. And I used to sometimes ejaculate on her face and her mouth. She used suck my balls so sweetly like a profesional prostitute. But. "A few times. The girls told me it was an acquired taste," I responded in a cautionary tone."That's a taste I'd like to acquire," she responded."Well, we would need some lube," I informed her"Not a problem. Just don't take too long before you visit the bathroom again," she answered before giving me a quick kiss and disappeared through the door.I returned to the table again and greeted the newest arrivals and joined in the conversation. It was a half-an-hour later that I put a distressed look on.