He was 'crying', as Anne said the last time I came. Marguerite wiped it off with a tissue. “Let me take the 'after' photo.” She took a close-up...of his smooth and shining genitals.“Whoa, that feels good,” he said feeling himself. “Hey, Peter, touch this,” he said as he invited me to touch him above his cock. “Feel my balls too, they're so smooth.” They were too. He turned round and pulled his butt-cheeks apart. “How does it look? Nice and inviting?”“Excuse my friend,” I said to. Most just had a UPS in each rack to keep things up long enough for a generator to spin up and come online. Those without generators setup the automatic shutdown processes for the servers and disks. Given what I knew from my time with Robert, he knew his tech. He definitely had something else in the works, which he had kept close to his chest, when Paul ousted him.Paul’s staff must have been threatened with being burned at the stake if they didn’t have everything cabled and ready for when we. After I got home I showered and changed and made a quick chili dish for lunch. I just emptied 6 cans of chili in a large bowl. Then I went to the bus stop where John arrived and I walked with him as he rode in his powered wheel chair. I got him to my place and just opened the window a crack to let the swamp cooler run. I let the couch bed down and made it. Then I went in my bedroom while he waited in the kitchen/living room area and I undressed and walked back in the room and let him rub my ass. He was never going to be able to repay her.Which just made him even more uneasy. He’d been fascinated by the beautiful bard from the start – not only her sweet voice and pretty face, but also her certainty and faith, her self-assurance and optimism even in the face of her apparent intimate familiarity with torture. It wasn’t surprising that he would be attracted to her – but he should also know better.He was a Howe. The son of the worst monster Ferelden had seen since King Meghren. His family.