She kissed me softly and our tongues met and danced gently around each other. She broke the kiss.“That was awesome as well! I really missed it. I’...ll want you to make love your way next time,” she said.She put her head on my chest and snuggled close. I loved the feel of her extremely toned body on mine, her rock-hard nipples pressing into me. I cupped her firm butt.“That again?” she giggled.“If you enjoy it, of course!”“I enjoy pleasing you in bed. Just as you enjoy pleasing me. So yes, I want. ...still holding the grip of your throat....."Rub it bitch! Show me that you mean it, be my slut!!"You rubbed, intence....and came quick, again and again.....I then pulled out of you..."suck it"....you looked at me. Smiled, lied on the bed, under me. Looked up, moved slowly.My dick was glistening, and I enjoyed the thought of me, buttfucking you.....and know you showed me that you wanted this game, this total submisson......Grabbed me, opened your mouth....licked the head slowly.....opened your. Dinner was a merry affair with several of her Uncle’s old friends dropping by adding to the merriment.Tommy tried not to move, he knew if he fell there would be no getting up, he looked around the cell at the fifteen other dragons packed in so tightly they were actually holding each other up, how had it happened, he kept asking that question over and over again, what had gone so terribly wrong that he had lost the Sea Dragon and gotten his crew in this mess, not to mention Mercer who was still. There shouldn’t be any problems concerning the Angel collection. Unless… She sighed and continued to walk down a long hallway towards the room where the Angel sculptures were kept. She knew full well what the ‘unless’ problems were. She was warned of these issues many times once it was confirmed that the sculptures were being sent to the museum. The three deadly possibilities that strike fear into the heart of any museum curator, Thievery, possible Cultural/International problems, and Forgery..