” “I’m sure the boys downstairs loved the slut.” Nikolai comments.Mikhail smiles to himself, remembering the last girl that became useless f...r him as she groveled at his feet for his mercy and forgiveness before being given to the men as a token of his appreciation. “When you go down, remind the boys my policy about my pet and their demeanor. I’m sure they remember what happened to Boris when he talked to my slut in a way that I didn’t like.”“Yes Boss.” Nikolai replies with his. One of the young boys, whose name was Walter, had hung around to watch us. I invited him to give Denise some oral sex, and he accepted. So I leaned against a tree and let Denise lean against my chest and spread her legs to give Walter access to her jizz-oozing pussy. I played with her breasts, smearing the cum that the lads and I had deposited onto them, squeezing them and tugging at her nipples. She definitely has her mother's tits, I thought. These must have been what Abby's were like. I stood up. I announced I would be taking a room, perhaps too crossly, and left for the stairs leaving my septims on the cold counter.For myself I took a generous room. I fell into the bed as the door shut behind me. I lay there by the lone candle with my eyes shut. In stark silence I attempted sleep, but soon gave way and peered at the flickering wax once more. Had the barmaid below not told me her name? I could not think of it. I could only think of her glow, and thought surely the name must. The bag contained a small .38 revolver like mine at home, but mine didn't have the scars where the serial number had been ground off it.Helen took it flipped the cylinder out very professionally. I noticed that it was loaded with five rounds. I would bet my ass they were hollow points. I noticed that she wore surgical gloves, when she handled the pistol. She dropped it into the large purse she carried with her. She perhaps felt my questioning look, anyway she explained, "If five shots won't do.