Hers too, obviously, judging by the look in her bright blue eyes. "A story it is, then, but only if you promise to behave. As best you can, of course...." He added as she let forth an overly dramatic sigh. "If I must, Jacob. I want to hear the rest of the tale of the Devil and his Ballerina…" "Perhaps, another time." "But…!" She began, biting off her words at his sharp look. "What did I tell you about your behavior, young lady?" He asked, his matching blue eyes boring into hers. "I’m sorry." The. A tourist walking into the Gutter wasn't gonna be a tourist for long. He'd be somebody's fuck toy, and probably for life. A short one if he was lucky.But that's all real world shit and you can't know it until you lived in it.FLASHA soft golden light blinded me for a second and I winced. Some people made annoyed faces and turned away. But it was quick, that laser grabbing me in less time than it took to clear my head and I made a face."Sorry," Ransom shrugged, looking at the camera. "I want to. ”On the appointed day I arrived at two in the afternoon for make up and a briefing by Lucy who led me through the studio area to the make up room. The lighting person was adjusting a range of lights and the only props were two low lucite stools.The other two people were already in the make up room. Lucy makes the introductions; Patricia, a tallish size twelve honey blond with what appears to be a very good body tells us she is Australian, a part-time model, forty-two, and looking forward to the. Warm sudsy fuck cream greeted his tongue, coated it. He did it again. His reward was Theresa's whimpering moans of pleasure."Oooo, Thor. This is the only way to relax." She heaved a sigh and whimpered.Thor's broad tongue was licking away the tensions of the day.Theresa's dark eyes turned glassy as she leered down at her pet. The sounds of his slavish tongue sent shivers of joy throughout her body."Oooo, Thor. Did you lick Nancy? Did you fuck her?" Theresa's head was filled with unanswered.