As I watched them I notice the height of the cross I was on. It was perfect "cock height." Anyone would have access to me anywhere, because the cross ...was narrow enough so that it looked as if I was floating in air at perfect height to be fucked. I was already imagining what all this would feel like when one of the young gentlemen asked me to raise my head. They had a beautiful mask for me. It looked like the ones ladies wear at lavish masquerade parties with feathers and jewels on it. They. ” She returned my gesture by unfastening my jeans and belt and pulling them down past my rigid cock. We pulled the spread back off the bed and stretched out with each other like we’d done weeks ago.And we kissed.I explored the weight and shape of her breasts and her butt, the firm strength of her back, as she began at my hair and moved her hands down my entire body, kneading my flesh as if it was clay she was shaping to her pleasure. I traced the tattoo around her right breast that said Expecto. He moved all the way up my leg until he was teasing my pussy again, this time from the other side. “Mmm,” I moaned again as he finally began massaging my ass. Not too rough, or too gentle. Not entirely sexual, or entirely methodological. Sensually hitting every right spot, teasing me ever so masterfully as his hands explored me and rubbed away a little more tension from my body. “Half way there, love,” he said softly. “More?” I half whimpered and half moaned. “Yes. More,” he said, carefully. They're not going to change their minds about our getting in there. We'll go and have lunch together -- somewhere away from here. When we come back, I'll make certain you'll be the first one in to see her." All right."True to his word, Raymond Silverthorn arranged for Paul to be the first visitor in to see Lois that afternoon.She was, again, awake, but Paul was terrified to see how heavily bandaged her entire upper body, and her head, seemed to be.But she was alert and her eyes flashed when she.