I guess she wasn't very proud of her figure.When they had given me the tour of the building, the design department wasnot included. They said they wer... concerned about industrial espionage. Thatseemed reasonable, given the nature of the fashion business and I just forgotabout it. When we got in the elevator, Mrs. Talbot said we were going to the13th floor. I protested that there WAS no 13th floor per se in this buildingbecause of people's superstitions. The floor numbers went 11-12-14-15.. Just some middle age piece of ass that I picked up at a dive bar while I was out bar hopping with the crew. Now I’m going to take her on the ride of her life. Going to take the bitches cunt and make it mine, going to use her like a whore. You drunken bitch, you’re going to be sore in the morning. Not only with a hangover but with a raw ass and a worn cunt, Hell; I’ll bet you’ll have aching jaws. I was leaving the Magic Cavern Bar, this random drunken slut walked up and asked for a ride, really. I had no more excuses for not starting on Book 6. Sitting at the table, I pulled it to me and opened the cover, not sure what I expected. Nothing happened. There was no pronouncement, no explosion, or any flashes of light. It just sat there and a blank page stared at me for several minutes“This is silly,” I finally said and turned the page. The print on the second page was in large letters, and it was very direct.You Are A Dragonit read near the top center of the page. Below that, it continued. “Ice, some ice,” Ralph manages to mutter. “Now stand up for us,” he tells me as he puts some ice in his mouth and some more in a hand. Simone also takes some ice, then stands behind me and rubs some ice over my balls as Ralph kneels and resumes sucking my raging erection. The sensation of the ice and the heat of his lips and mouth is exquisite.“Your cock is like an iron bar, look at the veins bulging. Hot and cold sex Cherie, have you had that before?,” Simone asks as she rubs ice over my.