I shook hands with the man and formed a link. There was no tampering with this man's brain. Vasiliy shook hands as I thanked Brother Gilbert. This man...had no tampering either.Brother Arnaud smiled and said, "What may I help you with, gentlemen?"I said, "Brother Arnaud, I recently came into possession of some documents relating to my ancestors. I'm now on a quest to find out more. Would you please donate some of your valuable time to talk about the history of this particular location. In return. After refilling their glasses with the last from the champagne bottle he once again takes his seat across from her. He watches as she slowly lifts on of the strawberries to her mouth and takes a bite and moans from the pleasure of the food. He is very glad that she likes the strawberries. He continues to watch as she finishes that strawberry and starts on the second one before he lifts his first strawberry to his mouth and took a bite. The taste explode in his mouth and he has a hard time. In my mind, taking my man’s hard cock in my mouth is the most selfless sex act I can do for him, because unless were doing a 69, there really isn’t any pleasure that I get from it. The pleasure is all his. I guess the same is true for a man licking his woman’s pussy. And when it becomes painful, then it loses its enjoyment and becomes something sort of demeaning. Besides, when Bill’s cock gets deep in my throat like that, I really have no leverage to work his cock. I can’t use my hands to. Of course I was never close, but I would masturbate this way until I came, and either let fly into my own face or in my mouth, at which point I would usually swallow some of it. I didn't find the taste particularly pleasant afterwards, but in the heat of the moment it was what I wanted.In fact, I often think that if I could actually suck myself, the urge to be with another man would probably go away altogether. But let's face it; it's easier to find a man to play around with (or so I thought).