"Blasted stuff, it tastes vile." But he did look long and hard at me. His manservant came out to refill his mug and offered me one. I accepted it poli...tely. It did smell vile."Here I thought that that beast that you carry was just for show. No one but a barbarian carries a blade that long. They're too hard to use." It did take me years to master, Richard. I'm also taller, stronger and faster than anyone that I've met here." As for the assassin, well I returned her to her temple. She was a. I groan and lean back as I feel my thighs tremble as I already feel the building of an orgasm with just this small touch. Oh, how I have craved his touch, even ached for it, dreamed of it; and now it was finally happening, and it was better than I had ever even imagined. I get lost in the sensations of his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers as pleasure washes over my body bringing me to new heights. Heights I had never been to before. All too soon, my back arches and I feel my thighs tremble. We both wanted to lounge around the house all day but our schedules wouldn't allow it. Since I have class till ten tonight you decided to enjoy your birthday evening and go out with a friend. What you didn't know was that my last class was canceled. So after my last class got out I went to the store and bought roses, oreos, chocolate syrup and some candles. I couldn't keep the grin off my face while shopping in the store. I passed by the produce area and laughed to myself. I figured I. All that was left was the bottom joint of the writer's thumb and pinky. It was really funny. I still laugh about it sometimes." Ray I don't know what you think you're proving by coming here... , " the painter said."Don't call me that. You don't know me. Dana doesn't know me. Both of you can call me nothing. I am not Ray to you. That guy with the knife was kinder than I would have been. The writer was left handed. And the guy let him keep his eyes. There are very few professions that require a.