Nothing, mon ami, Jean-Claude said, or rather, nothing more. I drew his balls, gently, into my mouth, so that I held all of him inside my mouth. No, being read to sounds just about right tonight. He stood in the center of thepentagram of Solomon and thought of the achingly beautiful girl on the cover of Esquire.
She would not even have had to fight for it. Musette's body turned to look at Stephen and Gregory. I suddenly knew who had trained Jean-Claude to use his voice as a tool of seduction. He could not have known that it was a tongue unspoken for athousand years before the birth of Christ: Surgat spoke in Chaldean.
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