I melted under his hands. Letting Scrap go on ahead toward the clock tower, I stopped to listen to the violin music. Indian sex “Another gift for my loyal apprentice..” he whispered. Scrap didn’t do much though. “Good girl….” came the reply. Placing the blue violin and matching bow in the open case, he suddenly out of thin air produced a rose, presenting it to me. You should listen more often…” “Maybe I will…” I sighed, leaning back against me “I like misbehaving….” SLAAP! I opened it, and followed my invention into the dimly lit streets. “You remember this don’t you?” he pulled out a small, brass cylinder with a rounded tip and a wire, which connected to a small remote. You have to remember I’m chubby, It’s hard for me to hunker down like that.”
“You fool..” “yes, but I’m your fool.” I whispered biting back a grin despite the pain. I gasped quietly, and felt his hands pressing on top of the small puddle of lotion I whimpered as his hands easily glided up my back,
“That feel good?” “Amazing…” I whimpered as his fingers gently pressed into the my spine. I moaned lifting my hips to press up against him.
