Her head began to spin and she felt herself drifting into u*********sness, to her it was a blessed relief.Drachius could not help but notice she was l...sing consciousness. ‘She has grown soft since being with Ithicus.’ He thought to himself as he admired the criss-cross of welts he had left on her skin. He knew deep down he would get nothing out of her accept a tirade of caustic remarks. So he decided he would leave her over night sat on the wooden horse. It would be interesting to witness her. And I never heard any rumors about her in the office."Why indeed."She kisses my lips. And it is soft one, not like the other time where we were trying to tear each others' tongues off."I like it when you stare at my tits. I like your passion. I like you." Mrs. Smith..." Why don't you call me by my name, now? I think we are way past Mrs. Smith at this point." But it's hotter that way."She giggles at my answer."It is, isn't it?"I give her one last kiss and maul her boobs one last time before I. They stood and took in the view for a minute or two and then walked to the lectern that was Stephens office and the boundary of the outside and his domain. "Mr Bishop, how lovely to see you again," Stephen said in a friendlier than they were expecting voice. "I have a table with a view for you. If you would care to follow me," he said as he turned and walked through the dining room. Drew and Fiona followed closely, Tess and Dave took a little more time. They had noticed other diners were indeed. At his nod, Mario began tapping on the marble, holding it lightly by one end so not to dull the resonant sound of the mallet. "Down, down, down into the cool darkness, Carolyn, deep, deep, deep into the cave of your mind. Hear the footsteps as we walk down, Carolyn, deep, deep, deep."The hand he stroked suddenly became even more limp, it was like a boneless mass of flesh that wanted to melt and slip from his grasp. Jason smiled. He studied the heavy pulse at the base of her throat. It was.