This was the just the beginning of the story. What was to follow was so much more perverse. We had many more friends come and join us over the next co...ple of years and had a great deal of fun but just like a anything new the novelty started to wear off and it was becoming less exciting to both of us until we had stopped inviting others to join in on our escapades all together. And just when things were becoming mundane, new and unwelcome events transpired. Without going into great detail, I was. " she says flirtily.Alan absorbs the obvious message.Helen continues to instruct. "Now, fasten up your button fly a bit and do up the waistband. Good. Now, my dear Alan, take your cock in your favourite hand and show me you wank. "This was definitely not in Alan's script. Slightly hesitantly he does what he's told."That's it! Enjoy it. Make love to it. Show me what you like doing. Is it fast, slow, short or long strokes? Or a mixture? Oooo, nice. You're getting harder. "And he was. Alan's was. “They said it’s only another hour or so and they’re carrying on.”We stopped for about twenty minutes but that was long enough for the women to arrive first at the cottage. When we got there, they’d had a quick look around and were in the kitchen having a drink.The cottage was secluded — nearest neighbours almost a mile away — and had three bedrooms, a hot tub, pool, and a lovely summer house. It all seemed perfect for our needs and we set about unloading both vehicles.“Right,” said Rachel after. Her voice. Make no rash judgement here, we have him in hand. Go back to the Rose Rent Cottage, my Lord, or all mankind will end before its time ... in Judgement Day.”As Ferdinando listens to the quiet voice within him, the madman’s eyes clear for just a moment on the words ‘Judgement Day’, then back to madness he goes.It is as if Valentine also heard exactly what he had heard, even though Ferdinando was certain the voice was only inside his head. He cannot have heard, but maybe some sanity was.