Without saying a word, Quinton grabbed Mark's shoulders and pushed down directing Mark onto his knees. As Mark knelt in front of Quinton, he slowly be...an to undo his belt.Quinton seemed to know how to build anticipation because he took nearly a minute just to undo his belt and unbutton his dress pants. He then took a long slow draw of his zipper as Mark's eyes just fixated on his crotch watching Quinton's bulge throb in his pants. Even if Mark hadn't have touched it, he would have been. I found some silk bands at the bottom of the two posts and without thinking just slipped them onto her wrists. She was tied now, and I could do what I wanted. Slowing my pace, I looked around her room, and realised that the furnishings were all of dark red and cream, an erotic sight, which matched so well the eroticism of her body now pushing back on her skewer of man flesh. Now I moved even deeper, my hands on her neck, grasping her hair in one hand and pulling her back as my cock pistoned. There! The tiniest pinpoint of light shone through the blackness.He reached out to it, grasping it, drawing on it, letting it fill his being. The darkness in turn began to recede, retreating from the warmth and light of the vala. Aran’s vision returned, and the orb between his palms was now clear glass again. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as this time, his hands came free of the sphere. Exhausted, he turned to see Amina standing there, still unclothed.“What did I just see?” He asked the. Owen began to laugh a dark and sinister laugh. “Is that so?” he said, “well then let’s bring the bitch upstairs and see if you can please me like she hopes you can.” The tall blond then asked, “what should we do with her?” Owen said, “bring her along, maybe she’ll actually get something out of watching us.” Being dragged up the stairs and hearing the conversation between Owen and Mistress Stacey had her on the edge of orgasm. She knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. She only.