Around the room were placed copies of the Q'uran, one for every invited guest.Mo' was not particularly religious but he attended these occasional litt...le soirees at his parents out of filial duty. He also liked to be reminded of his heritage, it was part of what he was, and to share in these little celebrations with friends and family.Most of all it pleased his mom and dad and that was good enough.They'd roll out their prayer mats and start the evening with readings from the Q'uran, their heads. Steven's body convulsed, but he managed to fling a hand out trying to grasp the assassin. Pissed, the assassin triggered a long burst into the agent's neck. Stevens went down, his body trembling and convulsing.The assassin stepped across the agent, pushed the door open and walked on into the small living room. Agent Armstrong came to his feet as the door opened. What the crap? Why didn't Stevens usher this guy in? Armstrong thought as the assassin smiled and kept coming, the tray of food with. I knew I'd never forget the smell of him either. He waited for me to unbutton and unzip his jeans, slowly enough to try and delay the inevitable. "Don't be afraid to touch my cock, Stephanie. Rub it up and down with your fist gripping it." He watched me jerk him off a little and I saw him grow larger between the fingers of my hand. "Now, baby? Daddy needs you to try something else. Give my cock a kiss, right on the tip." I gazed up at him hesitantly and tried to tell him that I didn't want to.. I took a daily membership and was given a room key , sheet and pillow and towel , there were also several condoms and small packets of lube . I followed the signs to the rooms passing several small lounge areas , coming to stairs , showers and saunas down , rooms up . The top two floors were hallways of little rooms about 10 by 5 , each one had a platform and small mattress , there was a little table and mirrors . I passed guys in only towels and jockstraps , rooms with ajar doors , men.