Madison lived in an apartment off campus. Her roommate wasn't there so I stayed at her place a few more nights. The apartment was filled with drawings...and paintings of all kinds. That was understandable because both Madison and her roommate were art students. Imagine an art studio with artwork strewn about, some half finished, others nearly complete but without frames. I spent an hour browsing through dozens of canvas' and kept asking about the artist and models. Most of the sketches and. My eyes still shut. He must have liked my response as he started speeding up his strokes. I was lost in his rhythm. I wasn't noticing how deep he was getting.He made sure to pull out far enough to let me breath every few strokes. It seemed to take longer to pull out to that point were I could breath each time he did it. I felt him shift again. “Let's make a little adjustment.”He reached under my throat at my jaw with his hand and pulled me forward until my shoulders just reached the edge of the. It was just a small-scale prototype,” Xavier replied. “And this was a trial run,” he added, as he scanned the long corridor with a frown etched deeply on his forehead.“A trial run? How do you know?” Ayn mumbled.“Because we’re alive,” Xavier said, turning to look at Ayn, and then at Cory.“But that means,” Cory spoke with difficulty, “that once the weapon is ready ... Everyone will be dead?”Xavier nodded gravely.“How the fuck can we deal with this kind of thing?” Ayn almost shouted, kicking a. It was clear that she couldn't just lie with her face in my lap, she'd choke! By the time I'd finished taking off my boxers, Kat had solved the problem by herself. With her propped up on the edge of the bed with a couple of pillows, I could kneel on the low stool that Kat often used when she was being dressed and slide my cock sidelong in to her mouth. This was the first time anyone had ever had my member in their mouth, and for a moment I just revelled in the warm, wet sensation of it. It.