I leaned over, reached for his cock. My gawd, it was long and thick, and I wrapped my hands around it. I love giving head. I leaned over, and flicked ...my tongue across its purple mushroom head, savoring the pre-cum. He moaned and pushed up towards me. Little did he know that I planned on torturing him the way he did me. My hands moved up and down, and I took just the head into my mouth. Mmm, he tasted so damn good. Slowly pushing my lips down further on to his shaft as far as I could, because I. Needless to mention she was put up at a star hotel in Mumbai. I went up to her room and sat on the couch for the moment till the time she got herself changed in a fascinating, light, air-free dress of hers with her breasts popping out and her ass was to die for. she was wearing nothing beneath it with her absolute perfect body got me a pretty visible hardon down there. But this had to be a massage initially, so I better not go haywire.I advised her to stay calm and just relax without thinking. "Quiet!" I hissed. They shut up, even managing to look embarrassed.We were being followed, I was sure of it, but despite my conviction, couldn't quite seem to find who or what followed us. We were more than a week out of Ovrgruden, and I doubted anyone had trailed us this far from there. We'd passed through a small coastal town yesterday though — Hakenicht; as seedy and grim a town as I'd ever seen, not that I had a lot to compare it to.We might have passed Hakenicht by, if it hadn't meant. And…’ ‘That’s a pleasant thought old man, but I’m afraid it’s a lot harder than that’ ‘No its…it’s…’ the man stuttered, and then stopped. We’d stopped listening. He probably had a point though. Not just anyone knew about harmonic sequences. That old man might have been a tenured professor at some local college. He might have even been a genius in his time, but now to us he was just some crazy old man. Harry had gone back to drinking and drained his pint with a single slurping gulp. Francine.