Why has My Lord never kissed Kaneez? His eyes went wide, and he sucked in his breath harshly and held it. He didnt want to answer that. She dropped he... eyes. Kaneez is sorry, My Lord. Kaneez didnt mean– He put a finger over her lips, and she looked back up at him. He was breathing heavily as he looked into her eyes, eyes that looked at him with the same awe and reverence as shed had for Chernobog. A frown creased his brow as he debated whether to answer her. Then he mentally berated himself for. "Would you see if my nipples have any hairs?"I looked closely at Joann's very pretty breasts, nice, medium-sized, firm, dark brown nipples, oh they were nice, very nice."No, they look fine. Quite pretty, actually." Could you check with your tongue," and she pulled my head forward and I licked around each nipple for several minutes."Mmm, that's nice, Michael, very nice. You can suck them if you like," and I did just that as I rested my hand on her thigh. As I did this, she lifted my hand and. He half-carried and half-dragged her down makeshift hallways between rows and rows of cages and penned areas housing what looked and sounded to be nearly a hundred dogs, rottweilers, pit-bulls, shepherds and mixed breeds of all kinds. He hauled her through a door at the back and pushed her onto a low couch. “What you got there, T?” There were at least three other men in the room and the one who asked fell dramatically onto the cushion next to her. She screamed and tried to get up but he. They threatened me with Guantanamo where they've stashed all the supposed terrorists, I amused myself by asking if it was a Caribbean resort. They said I'd spend the rest of my life in prison, I told them they had to try me first and on what charges? We went up and down, round and round, and nobody got anywhere—not them and not me.I finally found out what had set them off. It was one of the senior interrogators, an older guy who'd seemed actually pretty reasonable in the context of my.