He had begun to dread this evening when Paige first told him of it. It wasn't that he didn't like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist cou...d transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or paint. It wasn't that he didn't like galleries, either. He and Paige had met in an art gallery - The Met, in fact. No... the fact was, he was dreading this opening, at this gallery, this night. There was something about the artist that Jack just didn't like. Something about the way. His eyes bulged and his ears popped from her pressure. His wife was a nasty whore too but, he would have married Stephanie just for her fuckabilities. She had great excitable breasts and nipples and kissed with a passion too. Going to church was almost like being in heaven this weekend. Bruce felt a heavenly glow. Bruce made her come while he played her clitoris. Her clenching contractions nearly pulled his balls inside out but, he held out and slow stroked her by bouncing her on his lap.John. .. The blade was wider than my hand, but far too short to be used in battle. It was plain polished metal without design or blood-grooves, yet as I stared at it, there seemed to be a pattern just below the surface. I held the blade up into the light of the late afternoon sun.Starting at the tip of the blade, a small wisp of white began to trail, soon joined by others. My arm began to feel heavy as the streamers reached for the ground, so I took the hilt in both hands.A shock like lightning. "Bill laughed. "I didn't rape you. You wanted it, remember?" That was the drug. If you try it again I'll make you regret it," Jeff said defiantly. Even if Bill locked her up, she would be able to find some way to escape."This body of yours suits me fine, even if it is black," he replied. "So I doubt you could stop me, but you are right. Forcing you won't be nearly as much fun as the cock-crazed slut that drug made you into. So I brought a month's supply with me." Bill jerked a thumb to the back.