My skin had closed tightly around the blade. If I were to pull it out, I would definitely bleed. I walked back and forth looking into the mirror admir...ing my work and thinking about the rest of the knives. I still felt as if this were a dream and could not believe that I had just stabbed myself and was about to do it again and again. This was so fucking easy. Was it the percs or ecstasy that had taken the edge off the pain? I was waiting for any signs of shock, but I felt clear headed and ready. He was a tall, muscular man, although not as tall as me. From the kit he was wearing it was obvious that he was well supplied. His armour looked to be almost as good as mine. He told me his name was Jacques Argent and that he was French."So," I said to him in French, once the man was tightly secured, "tell me how you got here and what the plan was and make it good or I'll turn you over to the women and let them carve you up."Jacques talked. Like me and the rest of my party, he was an. I'm getting ready when I hear a knock at the door, 'come in!' Knowing its John, I've got my trousers on & a bra, trying to work out which top to wear & ask his opinion, he has a slightly glazed look as he licks his lips, 'um, uh, that one' he points to a shirt on my bed, I've never seen him react this way & just brush it off. We leave to go to the pub, we see Roger sat in the corner, I make introductions & retrieve drinks from the bar. We have a great night, the guys getting on surprisingly. She turned and moved against me, clutching my cock in her hands, working it slowly. She stood on tip-toe and kissed me passionately on the lips, sliding her tongue all around my mouth. I responded in kind, and we spent a brief moment just exploring each other’s mouths. She pulled away and quietly whispered, “Lie down.” I sat down on my ass, and lay back on the soft carpet. I spread my legs, and she knelt in front of me, between my knees. “Are you ready?” she asked, softly. I nodded, as I.