"I do believe you may be right. Back to your knees sub. You know what to do."She can't help but smile as she takes her position in front of Sir and un...zips his pants. She takes out his semi- erect cock and immediately starts licking it, the head, the shaft. As Sir hardens she takes him in her mouth, removing her hands and placing them behind her back.She loves the taste of cock. The smell of cock. Especially Sirs.The masculinity, the sense of belonging, the stirring of lust. The feeling of a. “Is it right that I say I love you also, Linda?” he asks.Danny’s embarrassed. “Shit, guys, you get this settled between you while I go for my bag.” He gets up and walks out.“I don’t know, do you? Love me?” I ask Hugo.“Does this mean do I wish you to be my woman and for me to be your man?”“That’s about it,” I say, kind of holding my breath. I think so, but—“Then yes,” he answers immediately, “I wish this much.”I can’t let it rest. Just like a woman, I suppose, but I can’t help myself. “What. ” I saw that her eyes were glazed but still full of allure as he did so.We then injected a needle into her neck to pump in embalming fluid while another needle drew out whatever blood she had left. Mr M told me to massage her body during this process to ensure better circulation of the embalming fluid. I hesitated for a while before placing my hands on W’s body. I lovingly massaged her as the embalming chemicals began to flow into her body. After ten minutes, Mr M told me that it was time to. ?Her rage grew and she went over him, hitting his chest with her tinyhands, obviously without effect and without caring for the noise she wasproducing.. When she gave up, she said, crying:?You are... your are ? no god, you are a clown, who rejoices at people'smisery!?He smiled at that statement and answered:?People already called me of many things, but never a clown.?Then she remembered something:?Didn't you tell me in the temple you would leave??She was also mad about feeling abandoned, when.