. I plant a kiss, and flick my tongue across the tip, knowing that will drive you wild. You buck your hips up towards me, but I move quickly downwards... trailing more kisses and licking my way to your inner thighs. I look at you, and sensing the need in you, gently caress your balls. I lick the tip of your cock, tasting the salty pre-cum on it, rubbing my lips on it. I lick it from the top to bottom, pausing to take your balls into my mouth, and wrap my hand around your cock. I start to suck. " I don't know where you got this from," I said as my fingers danced over the lace of her bodice, " but if you ever want to shop there again, I'll give you my credit card." She reached up to pull my face in for a deep kiss while, at the same time. After great sex we get up and take a shower together, then dress for dinner out. The night is hot and humid as we walk from the restaurant, a little place that we have found by accident near the penthouse with a great atmosphere. Romantic, but nothing. I was on him like a nymphomaniac. I sucked his dick and nuts like a sex maniac. He could tell I was wild. "You wanna go out front?" he said. I nodded and followed him out into the theater. "You up for going up on stage?" he asked. I looked up at the row of seats filled with spectators, and a thrill ran through me. "Ok," I said. We walked up the 4 steps that led up onto the stage. A few audience members whistled, and some guy yelled out: "Let's see a show!" The guy I was with stood there and I. When sipped in small amounts it is relaxing drink, but when gulped in celebration it is paralyzing at best and at worst deadly. Death was not the plan, but suffering was the condition Richard had longed for his dear brother to experience. The opiates gave Richard plenty of time to wall him in and time for the mortar to set. In his eyes his brother had committed the ultimate sin and Richard was willing to burn in hell as long as he could watch Reinhardt burn beside him. Richard lights his pipe.