Seated at a small table near what I think was the front, I was alone except for the guy at the next table. We were facing each other, awkward, but I w...as too tired to care.The waitress brought me a ginger ale and I gulped it down. I noticed him grinning. I ordered a bowl of soup and another ginger ale. As the waitress left I looked up and he was staring at me. He raised his glass as if to toast. I raised mine in reply. He got up and came to my table."I couldn't help nut notice that you look a. In fact, you trust me more than you trust anyone else. My name is Roger Waters, just like the musician. Now, drink of my blood,” I told Vivien, cutting myself with a kitchen knife while offering her my blood to drink.“Yes, of course,” Vivien complied, no longer suspicious at all, even as I moved her head slightly to bite her neck.I wanted to taste her blood, after all, without her being too weakened, and I also wanted her linked to me in a bond that would be very difficult to break. I wanted. "Yes, of course, but of course there's nothing to apologise for of course." I stammered, just about making sense.She smiled briefly before her nervousness showed again."The second reason is that I want to know if you meant what you said." When and what?" I enquired, puzzled once more."Last week, just before I ran away." Her confidence drained away and I could even see her face pale, but she finished albeit in a whisper. "About asking me out."I don't know whether she already had my heart, if not. Then he had torn them off and licked her pussy naked. She had come when he did that, the first of several comings that night. Emil returned. He was wearing a black tank-top and black jeans and he had biceps to die for. She flicked her robe fully open, showing her naked breasts with their aroused nipples. Her pussy got much wetter moments later, when Emil came over the sofa, stripped off Em’s robe and said, “You won’t need that.” Then he reached down and took off her panties and said, “Or.