In time, Eric slowly descended to her knees before me, slowly kissing and stroking her way down my body. Still, I leaned back against the shower wall,...my eyes closed, in my mind’s eye, I saw my fiancée looking up at me with love in her sparkling blue eyes, blowing me a kiss from her kneeling position. Then I felt her small hands wrap around my hardened manhood. I opened my eyes and looked down upon her just in time to see the tip disappear into her small mouth. With fascination, I watched as. Amanda turned on her heels to see a man - tall, slight but firmly built and standing half an inch inside a distance she would usually accept as comfortable. His eyes were fixed on hers; intense but in no way threatening. His voice was soft, steady without being monotonous and with a mesmeric quality she found immediately trusting. She smiled coyly at him, brushing some her stray blonde hair from her face - hoping the reddening of her cheeks would be thought a result of the winter weather. It could be the way the peasant skirt sinks down between her legs, offering the tiniest hint of the structure of the body underneath. It’s less revealing than any pair of jeans, but it gives the impression that one is stealing a glimpse at secrets one is not supposed to see. It could be the way her hair is slightly disheveled and yet still seductively perfect. Or maybe it’s simpler than that: the way her small hand is wrapped around the wine bottle at just the point where it starts to dip. I did not even slow, these were amateurs and wanted people to know who or what they were. I stuck a needle in his wrist as I shoved into him and knocked him out of the way. His scream caused everyone to freeze and turn to look. He was down and convulsing as I struck another with a needle. I stepped out of the crowd and close to Delcruise as he started to turn and run.Dragon landed on his shoulder as I pulled my weapon and turned, “Do not move.”He froze with Dragon’s teeth against his throat as.