I taste my ass on wet cocks when men switch positions. Hands are all over me from all sides, grabbing, pulling, and pushing my face on cocks, slapping...my face and buttocks like the greedy insatiable slut I am. After what feels like an eternity, the Mistress issues another command. The men immediately let go of me and take a step back, but continue wanking. I have an idea what is coming for me next...One man after the other comes in front of me, jerking violently, sticking their cocks between my. At a time like this I’m reminded of Sassoon, speaking before the Somme offensive about the iron curtain that the impending events formed between his present and his future. The event approaching me isn’t in that league, but nonetheless it’s sufficient to render my future highly indeterminate. You only need to make two mistakes to die on a climb: The first – pick something too hard, The second – fail to protect it. I think I ought to be able to climb this, and I ought to be able to protect it,. Talamia, a word," he said, gesturing her close. As she drew near, Jake whispered softly in her ear, "Watch over me. This is your sacred duty as my trusted concubine. Trust no one, not even Brent. If something goes sour, get us away from here post haste. Got it?" Talamia nodded solemnly."Yes, My Lord. Come back to me safe." She whispered back, then gently kissed his ear. This elicited a smile from Jake, which grew wider at the looks of envy he received."Is there anything else I need to know?" He. He smiled and said: “Do not worry, Ma’am, I'll get him safe..."I sat in the back, as the man fastened Victor in the front seat.The fresh air had a noticeable effect on my loving husband. Instead of waking him up, it knocked him out completely…The taxi driver climbed up and grinned at me, asking our address.He drove off and I just relaxed, sitting back and closing my eyes. Apart from Victor's drinking too much, it had been a good night. I had seen many lost friends and one of them, Ricardo, had.