Let psychoanalysts babble what they like, Andrew struck me as the last man in the world to be turned on by that sort of fantasies. Then again, there...was no escaping the fact that we were already far into the surreal territory anyway. "No," he said simply. "And it didn't strike me that way, if you want to know. She wasn't me. Not then. She was an object of desire, shown to me by the magic glass." "So you tried to fuck her." I grinned at him and promptly wished I didn't. But instead of. My heart was pounding as I opened my mouth. I moved my hand to grip the shaft, but it was pushed away so I just let the cock make it's way into my mouth as I closed my lips round it.My tongue was working on the head that was hot and smooth. I could hear sounds of encouragement, but couldn't work out how many men were in the room. Thinking it'll take ages to bring them all off with just my mouth I was surprised when the cock was removed to be replace with another. The shape was obviously. The sunlight only reached a few stories down, and where we were the mid-morning was nothing more than a feeble dawn. Only the typical tall, black carts pulled by sweating, running slaves were narrow enough to fit through these alleys, and woe to the man who did not find a portal to hide in when they passed. Somber, robed shadows passed us as Nightbreeze and I looked at each other, she finishing cleaning the blood from her mouth and I passing from fuming anger to depression."Here we are," I. Stan took himby the shoulders and spun him around, gripped the back of his neck in aviselike hand, and bent him forward. When Stan slapped Gardner hardacross the ass, the smaller man wailed. Not releasing his hold, Stanmarched him through the house to the den, where Magenta was waiting on thecouch, still with nothing covering her from the waist down, her kneesapart, making a lewd display. Stan loved it. He released Gardner, wentto her and plopped himself down alongside. They locked lips.