I run after it, my heels clattering on the pavement, making me think briefly about the clattering of hooves on the cobbled streets of times long gone.... Long gone, like my last bus is gone. I reach the bus stop and stare after the bus. “Another one will be along soon enough,” a deep voice says and I look round and see a tall, slim man, slightly older than me, with short, greying stubble. He is wearing an old fashioned flat cap, a long, camel hair overcoat and what appear to be tight leather. He probably didn't even know what he really wanted at that point anyway, so there was no reason to let him speak. The contract he'd signed three months beforehand had made it clear what we both could and could not do, and it was all I needed.He'd told me what he wanted the other week, when he wasn't aroused. That's how I knew he meant it. He said how he'd never seen any of his hour-long BDSM videos all the way through. He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self. As I fished around for my shorts the girls were grabbing at me an still pouncing. The next thing I knew there were hands on my cock from behind and Kate was in front of me with her legs wrapped around my waste, her arms around my head and her tits were mashed into my face. During the struggle I managed to get closer to the shallow end where I could get my feet on the bottem of the pool and the struggle settled some. Kate was still wrapped around me and Ann was still splashing around my cock.. He was a part of their lives as much as he was their. They made new friends over the years, some that were surprises and became a part of their vampire fighting group, others that were more personal and less involved in the magical realm. Giles befriended a woman near his age, who he had met in a book store and bumped into, spilling her coffee on himself and setting off a bumbling chain reaction of events that inevitably made her take a shine to him. With her he could talk about normal things,.