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ill the same seventeen year
old Amri. While he wandered about the room, looking and remembering,
he saw his magic rug draped seductively across the bed, waiting for a
client.
Then the secret door to the bedchamber opened, and in walked
Lord Forikar. He hadn't aged a day since the last time Amri saw him,
and the two young men ran joyfully to each other, laughing and sharing
bone-cracking bear-hugs. Finally, the bantering and reminiscing died
down, and was replaced by soul-searching looks at one another as the
two males began to feel desire stirring in their loins.
"Amri," Rika murmured as he ran a hand lovingly down Amri's
chest, "there is something I've always wanted you to do to me, but you
were too young before." He paused meaningfully, and Amri finished the
thought.
"Yes, Rika! Oh, yes! I can't begin to tell you how much I've
wanted to do that. All those times I've watched my dear master
moaning with ecstasy within you, and felt you throbbing with pleasure
within my hands, I've wanted so much to be the one riding you and
driving you wild."
Rika smiled and began t
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