“I’m Doris and it’s nice to meet you, Sam,” I said in a smooth, confident inflection that I clearly wasn’t feeling.“Have a seat and Vinny ...ill get you a drink, we still have a couple of minutes before we have to leave.”That immediately made me wonder what was on the agenda for the evening, but I decided to be patient and not ask too many questions.“I’d love a rum and Coke, Vinnie ... May I?...” I asked while pointing at the chair beside him.“Take a load off,” he said in a comical, yet somehow. As I saw her, my jaw dropped to the floor. She was more beautiful than ever! I tried to hide my excitement, kissed her softly on the cheek, and entered her car. I hoped I’d make an impression too, standing about 200cm tall, well built, with short spiky hair and a trimmed beard of 4mm. Not by coincidence, I have been given the nickname of the terminator! As we reached the lounge café I took her, we started talking about everything and anything. I was 24 at the time and was. "He doesn't tell me what he's thinking. He just takes all of his anger out on me." I'm sorry about that, but you made your choices knowing who he is. If Vantis is so upset with the royals, why doesn't he just call me in to his office?" Jorie asked. "After all, I'm the one taking them on tour every day." Vantis acts funny when your name comes up in conversation. 'Funny' is the wrong word; he doesn't like you, but he also feels sorry for you, for some unstated reason. He calls you 'the patsy, '". I groan inwardly when you push your finger inside me and massage back and forth, as your tongue continues to flick my bud. Faster and faster you tease me; I am climbing to my release, my body stiffening, the familiar waves starting to wash over me and with a loud scream I come, the juices gushing out of me and drenching your face. As I collapse backwards into my chair I hear the voiced concerns of the aristocrats around me. The Squire And as I pull my tongue from deep inside you, you.