You turn to watch as the guard locks the door behind him, leaving the two of us alone for the night. Turning back, you look at me with those glorious ...yes and smile sweetly. We hold hands as we walk up the enormous marble staircase ending at a landing some thirty feet above the first floor. We proceed forward into the west gallery as the sun sets. We gaze around the large square room at the dozen or so paintings, mostly by the later Impressionists. Your gaze stops as you spy Modigliani’s. Monica struggled for a deep breath then exhaled it as a long string of vowels as her cunt began to gush hot juices around my cock. She was convulsing against me, grinding her sex against mine, urging me to climax with her as she wailed softly into my ear. Cum tore loose from my balls and surged into the depths of her body as we both thrilled to the erotic seizures of orgasmic spasms.We fell apart drenched with sweat and fulfillment. Neither of us spoke, we didn’t need to, I had just. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don’t appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don’t read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! ***** The Y-Virus Chapter Seven: Dr. Miller’s Secret When I awoke the next morning everything seemed wonderful. I. Nuit was erect, his hard on almost finding its own way out when suddenly Brownie grabbed it, in a breath take! He liberated it easily and roughly from the confines of Nuit's slacks, holding and squeezing it for a few seconds. His own erection was pressed against Nuit's chest, leaking stickiness. Nuit could smell it; though not that much younger than he, the boy was pungent as a teen in the close confines of the car. It was intoxicating! Brownie pushed Nuit back, the discomfort of the position.