We stood there on the balcony in each other’s arms watching the cars and people of Paris move in the night. She tilted her head up and turned so tha... our lips could meet in the most tender and meaningful kiss of the night. It wasn’t a hard lustful kiss or a meaningless peck, but a kiss that came from the depths of our being an expression of our true feelings for each other at that moment in time. Everything was suspended. There were just us and the meeting of our lips in a kiss. As we broke. How does it degenerate into a battleground? What drives such strong insatiable need into a person forcing them to assume the role of a tormentor who must degrade, belittle and ridicule their partner? Is it because men are driven to destroy what no longer challenges them? their obsession with their need to be the conqueror and not the conquered? Their desire that once satisfied evaporates like some will-o-the-wisp? Men who look for a whore and once they find one suddenly realise that what they. I fucking wanted her and I was sure many men would find her attractive -- even if her fucking dipshit husband didn't.I quickly leaned down and got on my knees behind Diana's ass as she leaned over there in front of me. I gently urged her to spread her legs and then as I saw my own cumload started to leak slowly from her pussy, I buried my face in the hot wet lips of her cunt and licked and slurped her hot pussy. Diana was totally taken by surprise and she began moaning and then bucking her. To compound matters the same eerie cry we'd heard before filled our ears, minds and the Conference Room.The lost soul cried out in the same blood-curdling scream of ultimate despair. Then another strike illuminated the room in blinding light.As the glare dimmed we heard, "MOMMIE! Where are you?"Mommie, it's so dark in here."I'm scared."Then as before, the voice wailed even more desperately, "Mommie ... Mommie ... I need you."Where are you?"Mommie, It hurts."It hurts so much."It's so RED!"Mommie.