Breathing heavily, he tried to collect his gasps into sharper, more silent; even though he had a helmet on that probably muffled his labored breathing... he had a hard time hearing anything coming from the outside. Sweat dripped into his eyebrows and around his eyes. The few stray strands of the salty liquid dripped into his eyes, forcing him to blink away the uneasiness that this had brought to him. Silence was deafening. He started to walk slowly. Careful not to raise too much noise with his. There is a clause which allows for 'certain suitable rituals deemed necessary by the trustees.' The trustees know who and what I am but are very well paid to keep secrets and to take necessary measures so that others keep the secret. There may be others of my kind who have somehow been trapped in your world. If anyone else responds to the notices that we have set up worldwide, the trustees will contact you and I trust that you or Deanna will arrange for a suitable ritual."The letter. The invitation arrived on a Wednesday for Jasmine Dunn and her fiancé Scott Randall. The party was scheduled for this coming weekend at the exclusive country club in the city. She had decided to go buy a special dress for the party and as she was getting dressed to leave a package arrived for her. She put the UPS package on her bed and stared at it. She opened it up and found another gift box inside with a small card on the top. She opened the envelope to find a small rectangular card with a. The dark guard however was showing no signs of orgasm as yet. He was pounding into the crying woman like the slaves outside where hammering rocks when we arrived. I then saw three naked guards grab a young man and drag him towards the bed. He was kicking out struggling to escape, shouting at them to leave him alone. “No fucking chance” one guard grunted “Your little ass is ours” With that the young man was thrown.