The girls did their best but they looked like clowns. Their lips wereexaggerated, their eyelashes stuck together, their eyelids sportingbright colors,...and their eyebrows put in an arc making them look likethey had a perpetual shocked expression.None of the guys said anything, it was too much to fathom. They sworethat they'd never speak of it again, with the girls' smiling facesshowing that it wouldn't be the last time they underwent this shock.The girls grew bored again and wanted to do. Doctor, he's reliable. I'll make certain." Fine, Graves. Don't let me down. Eliza, that's enough fussing." The maid curtsied and took a few steps back before standing silent, as was her place.The Doctor continued. "Jones, please deliver this to the Admiral. He'll be expecting someone. Wait for a reply." Certainly, Sir." And try to wash that smell off, first." Sorry, Sir." Go, go. Graves, could I have a quiet word?"The butler bent his head close to the Doctor's, and listened, nodding from time. Cupping his delicate balls, I lean in to lick him from base to tip. Witnessing a drop of pre-cum emerging from his slit brings me pleasure aplenty. My tongue darts out to catch it, savoring his sweet taste. When his eyes close from the sensations of my tongue, ecstasy washes over me. There is nothing like witnessing another's rapture by my hands, or in this case, my mouth.Feeling his balls tighten within my grasp brings about my own rapture. I am doing this for him - to him. Is there any better. “ From that day on, we had the probably unhealthiest relationship you could possibly imagine,” said Matt, “it was a genuine love-hate relationship. We'd be hurting each other, picking on each other, saying things to each other just to find sexual release together. It was a truly sick relationship. Wrong... twisted... sordid... We gradually broke each other until we found us forced to go separate ways. We had this kind of relationship for over three years, slowly squelching each other. It was.