Have you ever been to the Music Hall on Quarter street?” “No, I’ve never had the chance.” “Take it. You’ll hear some music of people barin... their souls there.” Then, my instincts flared up. I looked into her silver eyes and asked, “You already know what the verdict will be, don’t you?” “No, I don’t. I only know it won’t matter. The worst they can do is kill me or sentence me to hard labor. Either of which I will escape.” “You could escape now, couldn’t you?” “You already know the answer to. Each thrust drawing her flesh in and out, as it clung around his shaft, easing with each thrust as her moisture coated his shaft making the pleasure for both unbearable.I dropped my dress and standing in stocking and belt walked over beside him as he was now relaxed and humping her with more even and deep strokes. He reached behind me and stroked my naked bottom and kissed my bald venus mound, reaching in and holding my vaginal lips apart buried his tongue into my clitoris, and I stood there,. I took a few little drops on my finger and gave it to her to lick and taste the cum and the scent of her own sweet ass. I could tell she loved it, because she went immediately into a little aftershock orgasm as soon as my finger went into her mouth.A knock on the office door brought us both back to reality from our place in semi-conscious relaxation.It was only the mailman with the morning post. I told him to leave it outside, I would be right there. Neither of us could go out for we were both. I had found a piece of jagged metal and figured, ‘no one has found me yet, no one ever will, why stay?’ he found me just before I passed out. I was punished severely for that one. He found the scar, and demanded to know how it got there. As I told him, I was looking at how we were sitting and how far the ledge was. It wasn’t far, and in our current positions I could push him over, run and probably make it. ‘Don’t even think about it. I know what you’re thinking, so stop. You won’t make it.’.