**********Ian could never understand why people were interested in gossip.It wasof none of his concern what people did as long as it did not directlya...ffect him, so why was so many other people so intrigued by it?. Hefelt it was none of his concerned who liked who or who was doing what.If those people wanted him to know they would have told him.Also, the rumors which gossip were based on were as reliable as a badlyupkept 20 year old car. This fact about gossip made Ian wonder why somany people. I started to talk to her.Me: What would have u done if I was Saroj?Rojina: What unusual question is that?Me: Just askingRojina: I would have kissed him!Me: Oh! You like that?Rojina: U doesn’t?Me: what even if I do? I can’t kiss u.Rojina: Why?I didn’t have words to reply now. I slowly started moving my hands on her hair. She might have understood what I was up to. She held my hand and kept it in her boobs. I was at 7th heaven. I could not believe that she just did that. I started kissing her.. “Though you seem utterly infatuated with breasts.”“Yeah, I can’t deny that.”“Undoubtedly your next thrall will be a busty woman.”“Should I really be picking thralls based on their cup size?”“Of course not. But a city this large has many possibilities for thralls, ghouls, and future Kindred. Antoinette is simply taking your kinks into account.”He frowned and looked away. This was embarrassing.“It’s not like I only care about breasts.” Ashley and Julee had small breasts, and he’d ravaged them on. Her straight brunette hair extended slightly past her broad shoulders. When she was younger, she was told more than once that she looked like the former Argentinian tennis player Gabriela Sabatini, which she obviously took as a compliment. Xavier knew what effect she must have had on other men, and some other women, as she boarded the airplane, checked in to her hotel, waited at the baggage carousel. She dressed professionally when she travelled. She knew the advantages that a tall, striking.