They beat once, twice, and the two of them were airborne.“I know how strong you are,” he whispered, taking his hands from her rear as the fortress...temple fell away beneath them. “So hold on. Tight.” His hands slid between their bodies, jerking with each beat of his wings, to work at the buttons of her blouse. When it opened for him he slid his hands inside, stroking and caressing her skin as he helped work each sleeve off in turn.“Goddess…you are mad,” She exhaled, fingers digging into his. So as a reward, I went near his balls, kept my tongue on the underside of his cock and licked it all the way to the top. He groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes and looking up in satisfaction. I repeated it several times, licking from the base to the top to get the penis wet.I looked at his balls again, and my mouth started watering. I immediately went between his legs and took his right ball in my mouth, and started sucking it. What a taste. It tasted a bit salty and bitter thanks to all the. I have the five week pace, Olaf.? ?I know, Ben. That’s why we’ve lopped two weeks off. It keeps the pressure on you, and that’s deliberate, but when the boy realises what he must achieve, and he knows the stakes, we want him to see a close deadline. We want to see panic-stricken training.? I bridled a bit. Olaf’s comments felt like an attack on the energy I deployed during the usual five week prep phase. I was unused to having my modus operandi questioned. He saw my disquiet. ?Ben, ground rules. Incense still hung in the air, though I detected a subtle ‘undercurrent’ of a fragrance by Elie Saab. I took a seat and studied the huge tapestry altar cloth. Its vertical gilded threads seemed to become iridescent as the flame in the chancel lamp flared up brightly. Seated in a choir stall directly opposite me was a smiling Carlotta. Her long flame red hair was draped in the same way across her freckled face, she wore her signature verdigris eye shadow, but an incongruous mode of clothing.