He flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit and I screamed, pulling hard against the restraints. He flicked his tongue over my clit again and ever...y muscle in my body twitched. It felt like someone was hitting me with an electric shock. He gave me a brief moment of respite when he slid his tongue down to my tight entrance, and even farther back to my puckered back door. But those moments didn’t last very long, because each movement of his tongue washed new waves of sensation across my. He figured the classification must have started because he was tall, thin, more pale than tan, with longish dark brown hair. His wardrobe was on the darker side and featured combat boots and the occasional spiked dog collar. He kept a black, leather-bound book with him at all times, in which he was constantly writing his thoughts—both mundane and macabre. But he supposed it was the floor length trench coat that sealed his fate as a scary, potentially lethal Gothic figure.He’d saved up for. .. but I think also some rewards, and not just like the private therapy session we just enjoyed. The sex was extraordinarily wonderful ... but I think I enjoy our talks together even more – it lets us both blow off steam! I think they’re both right about you, Wings and Wilder ... that if any of us really made you angry and dangerously threatened you, that you could take us all on and defeat us, easily ... individually or perhaps even together as a group. Only Doctor Fate had that kind of power. . mother may I?"I was waiting for one of two things ... getting booted off the airplane ... or Homeland Security stepping up."Mr. Austin ... you're on our No Fly list." I was expecting it ... assuredly they would have plenty of reason... (s) ... like in the early Seventies a Franco Fascist gave a series of lectures in my living room. To say nothing of the often expressed rumor of my wilder days of dealing ... just a rumor ... not a speck of truth in it.But ... the side door closed and a light.