"Wat zijn die twee dingen aan het eind van uw sneeuwblazer?"Vraagt het meisje nieuwsgierig. "Dat zijn de zakken waar het sneeuw in bewaart word."Zegt ...e man.De man steekt zijn sneeuwblazer in de kut van het meisje. Hij gaat er steeds dieper in. "Is dat mijn sneeuwnetje?" Vraagt het meisje die naar de lul van de man kijkt die in haar kutje verdwijnt. "Ja zegt de man" De man haalt zin sneeuwblazer half uit haar sneeuwnetje en er weer in en steeds heen en weer. Het meisje begint er een beetje van. Up ahead was a wickerwork archway, from which clusters of fairy lights were suspended by silver twine. In the shadow of the arch stood a slender female figure, silhouetted against the burnt-out remains of the old hall. The woman (of indeterminate age) was clad in a long black satin cloak, embossed with the signs of the zodiac.“Welcome to Bedlam Hall. I am Tanya, official gatekeeper and your guide for the evening,” she announced in a husky voice, which had just a hint of an East European accent.. "Okay then. It's worth it for a break from my life. Plus, it should bean interesting sociology lesson." When do you want to start this?" she asked.I stood and gestured toward my plush leather seat. She rose and camearound the desk and eased into the chair. She sat for a moment then puther feet up on my desk."I could get used to this," she said."May I get you anything Mister Brady?" I asked with a smile."A cup of coffee would be great......Brandi." My first name was Brandonso I guess I was. His cock was rock hard and poking out of the fly of his boxers. He was slowly stroking it as I watched. My eyes seemed glued to it. ‘I know you like what you see, cocksucker. Why don’t you get over here and put those sweet lips to good use? I wanna see you crawl on the floor to suck my nigga fuckstick off.’ I did as he asked, crawling on my knees to the couch until my head was over his crotch. He smelled spicy and musky, a smell that I now associated with sex. As my face hovered over his.