Some were sitting and some were standing behind the last row. There seemed to be quite a bit of space between the back row and the back wall. As my ey...s adjusted to the darkness I saw one of the younger men on his knees behind the back row giving a blow job to an older man who was leaning on the back wall. More butterflies went to work in my stomach.My uncle leaned close and whispered "I want you to go stand about halfway between here and the side wall. Don't lean against the back wall just. Sighing, she shrugged, thinking she'd write a paper on the subject the coming school year. The difference between...She drifted off to sleep.It was ten after four. What had awakened her, she wondered? Lifting her head, she gazed sleepily around the bedroom; spotting Bruno curled up at her bedroom door, tail jerking spasmodically in his sleep. Her trusty watchdog, she thought. Solace, the name she should have given him as a puppy. How old was he now? Eleven, maybe? With Bruno, she had never. The peculiar thing is L?n Cheà and Lanchea are spelled the same. I think that there is more of the family out there. The owner of the chateau is named Damién Devlin L?n Cheà."Lilly slinks down in her seat. Shocked at what she just heard. She remembers the envelope that Devlin Lanchea gave her and the information on the inside. What does she do? Can she tell them what she knows? She ponders these thoughts while they continue discussing the situation. She ignores the conversationCal tries to get. Her teeth take an erect bud and shake it lightly, terrier like, growling softly in the back of her throat. The beast is awakening.Wet nipples coated with her saliva, glisten as the flames flicker. Arching back, her hands slide down along her ribcage, splaying out to fan across her womanly curves. Long nails scrape against the skin. Leaving thin red lines against the soft white flesh. A sharp intake of breath as the fires of her passion ignite and spark within.Erotic and sensual in each.