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he expression in their
eyes long before I saw the fang marks. "Sit with me," Marta purred, then
paused. "_Both_ of you." drew a knife across the boy's wrist. He
didn't flinch; no pain showed in his glassy-eyed vacant face. His blood
filled a wine glass which Marta handed to Victoria. repeated the action
with the girl who also gave no impression that anything had happened to her.
This glass handed to me, looking at me with extreme lust. Drawing a-
nother glass from the boy for herself, sat and crossed 's legs slowly,
allowing me to see 's blonde mound. Marta wore no panties. smiled sen-
sually. "Oh, I forgot." Turning to the boy, commanded, "Bring me the
cigar box." He obeyed silently, woodenly. Marta offered me a slim cigar-
illo, and selected one for herself as well. "I would offer you one Victoria,
but I know you prefer the paper ones. It is just as well. They suit your --
constitution -- better." Marta poked sexy fun at my wife.
"Thank you for your concern, Marta," Victoria replied
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