We tended her wounds as well as we could,and then, to our surprise, while she would not speak,nor would she eat, she asked with gesturesfor papyrus, i...k and a brush, and wrote a long letter,which she rolled into a scroll, indicating that its wordswere meant to be private, but on the outside, to oureven greater surprise, she wrote your name.Then she fell into a deep sleep, but she is still alive,kept under guard in one of your store-houses,until you decide what we should do with her,since, saved. "That a boy. Lick that, like you own it. Make that dick you're personal ice cream cone," he whispered as he now had his elbows on the bed while his head was raised so he could watch me work my magic on him.He wasn't lying. I would take the flat part of my tongue and start on one side of his cock head and lick around the rim to the other side like a person would do to an ice cream cone that was melting. Of course my "ice cream" was Dante's precum."That's sensitive. Go slow," Dante jerked around. It was the first time she came back to Paris since her college days (I didn't dare asking how many years).First, we walked to the Harris bar, a few blocks away then had dinner in a brasserie on the boulevard, next to the Opera. While eating, she made no secret she fancied me and I had to confess than mature ladies always turned me on, not telling her I was entertaining a secret affair with the own mother of my former GF who dumped me a few weeks ago.On the short walk back to the hotel, Linda. Need to feed...” I saw her consider this, watching my face, as my already crimson eyes changed to an even deeper shade and the veins on my face became more prominent. With no fear in her eyes, she moved her hair back so her neck was exposed. Saliva was building in my mouth at the thought of piercing the vein in her neck and drawing her blood out into me. The hunger was overwhelming, I leaped forward, grabbing her arm and swinging her round so her back was pushed against my body. She rested her.