“Well, I don’t know,” Amicus replied as he reached over for his wine cup. As soon as he set it down, Senator Marcu’s own serving man stepped f...orward to refill his cup.Amicus was quick to move his hand under the boy’s skirt I back and finger his whole while he poured the wine.Angry, but controlling himself, Senator Marcu said. “The slaves over there, Amicus. Do pick out one of those for your own use, please.”Amicus bounded off his couch. “Well, perhaps if I saw them in the light, and without. Then he placed his large hand on my scrotum, cupping my balls, examining them.Then he removed his hands from my privates. I was relieved and disappointed. I had made it through without getting an erection while he fondled my young cock, but I also wanted him to keep touching me. I reached for my clothing, now was when he always told me to pull up my pants, so I did it before he said anything, but this time it was different, "no" he said, " leave them down".I was confused and surprised,. ” “Well, then it’s a good thing you don’t have to! You’re stuck with me, right to the bitter end.” “Yeah, that whole ‘bitter end’ thing is kind of a depressing thought too; let’s shelve Michael and Marci for awhile and talk about something else, before we get maudlin.” I pulled her tightly to me and nuzzled her neck and her hair. “Tell me about your fashion shoot today; your buddy Derek was kind of an ass, huh?” I was kind of selfishly eager to hear more about the troubles in paradise; I’m not. May ney us ko sabak sikhaney key liyey us ki finger kaat liya or us ko gussa aaya or woh jaan booj kar aapney haat ki caroo finger merey muh may dalney lagi . Or un finger ko muj say nikalney nahi dey rahi thee kuch dair tak aasa hi calta raha or may ney us ki finger ko coosna suroo karDiya yeh pata hi nahi cala ki woh or may kab garam hoo gaey may or woh yeh bool cukey tehy ki kya yeh sahi hai yah galetor may ney bhi aapna aak hhat us key muh may daal diya or woh bhi us ko coosney lagi bus.