She was good,she was very, very good.On his way to her palace, he heard a dirty soothsayer call out,"Caesar, Beware the Ides of March!"'Another charla...an,' he thought. If Caesar had lived his life guided byfears, he would have been cowering in a cellar, instead of being themost powerful man in the world. A man can only die once, was his motto!Cleo fawned all over him, but he was not deceived. She only loved himfor his power."I beg you, my god, divorce what's her name, and marry me! Only I. Instead she managed to slightly wobble her breasts on his chest. What followed was an awkward stumbling two-second hug. During that two seconds Aline experienced the delight of their flat bellies bouncing together and their bare thighs brushing. But a special thrill passed through her when his bulge nudged briefly across her mound. Sullivan was obviously surprised but polite. He patted Aline gentlemanly on the back and broke off the hug as soon as possible. As they parted they met eyes and. I asked him to sit with me which he did, and we talked for a while, as he laid before me all the copies of pictures of me he had, there were about 30 in all, slutty ones, dressed ones, tidy ones and ones I would not want my mother to see, pictures of Steve screwing me over the table, the sofa back, and with my hands hanging on the mantelpiece while he gave it me from the back giving a blow job and who knows what else. He was a good photographer, no David Bailey but good nonetheless he had. Metal bars fenced me all around, through which I could just pass my hands to feel that the cage lay on a cold tiled floor.The thumping of my head subsided as I lay still wondering what had happened.There was a creak of a hinge and a little light entered the room from the top of the stairs. I looked up and realised that I was in the cellar that I had, myself, prepared.A pile of cardboard lay leaning on one wall and I recognised the box which had been delivered had contained this cage. With a.