So, I’m standing at my pool, in the beautiful sunshine, while my hot neighbor sucks my cock. What could get better than this? I watched her take my ...hard member in and out, now coated with her saliva. She looked so sexy with my cock in her mouth; I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted to cum down her throat. When she stopped, I was disappointed at the moment but, when she pulled down her shorts, that all changed. She went over to one of the lounge chairs and, on her knees, she looked back over a. Whatever that means now.She just kissed Death on the mouth.His presence is opening her mind’s eye in ways it’s never flexed before, something telling her if she did get lost in him, it would take a valiant, labyrinthine journey to make it back out.“I would never let you be lost.” His lips against hers are a breeze caressing damp blades of grass. She can smell him; a million wildflowers under the stars, desert dusk after a purple rain, his cologne bottled midnight. She can feel him; smooth. Taking another line, he made a couple wraps around Keela’s body just below her arm pits. With one end he tied it to link then repeated with the other end making it taut enough it forced Keela towards the web. Mike took the final rope and wrapped this one around Bounty’s waist, with one end he made a few wraps around her right leg, then he wrapped it around Keela’s arm then forcing it to taunt he attached it to a link near Bounty’s head. He then repeated the process on the left side. With Keela. That lasted until the elevator door opened again.God damn it! Sitting there in the small foyer in front of our suite door were the same two DHS jerk-offs we'd seen twice before. And they weren't, it seemed, in a good mood—not surprising, given that it was about 1:00 a.m. and they'd probably been waiting quite a while for us."Where the hell have you been?" snarled Smith as we emerged.Well, fuck that. I wasn't Scarpia any more, I'd left him back at the opera house, but even Nick Volker didn't.