But even this rationale left her feeling cheap and petty.She turned her head and caught sight of her self in the mirror and sighed.She closed her eyes...and took a deep breath. Okay... give it up. This isthe way it's going to be. You're Kimberly God damn it. Just let it go.But the minutes ticking by were like brass symbols in her ears. Eachsecond was a timpani drum, pounding down to the Witching Hour, that pointof no return when she would actually be Kimberly Glass for now and alltime. Steep. “Aaron, that looks like a Residence Inn room,” I observed. For some reason, knowing the type of hotel where this was being filmed made the scene seem more real, more vivid to me. “I think you’re right…I think that is a Residence Inn…I did not notice that before,” Aaron responded. “So you’ve watched this video before?” Aaron got a sheepish grin on his face and replied, “I might have…” “Aaron, you’re so bad…” I stared back at the screen and watched as a very large, very muscular black man. Several years ago, during a campaign in Greece, he found this stallion…neither a war horse, nor battle trained but an exceptionally smart equine. The two grew together as rider and steed should, their relationship slowly evolving into companionship. Giving the horse to the Prince as a gift was an easy, intuitive decision. There was just the issue of the name. "Orboros" came quite quickly to him. In Greek mythology, he had learned, there is the form of a serpent in a circular shape, eating its. I could not repress the urge to squirm slightly nor could I wrench my eyes from what he was now doing to my nipples. “If this isn’t the most arousing moment of my life,” I was thinking. I needed him to suckle me.Manouevering Trent’s face to within inches and by arching my back slightly, nature’s own blueprint for survival took over. As I felt his mouth latch back on to that which his own regressed memory was now recalling with no impediment, I let out a sigh of extreme pleasure.“That’s it,.