On this stage stood the Administrator of Schendi, of the Merchant Caste, and twelve others, the rulers of the families which comprised the city’s Sl...ver oligarchy. Set atop high white poles, surrounding the platform, long silken banners streamed and snapped in the persistent offshore breeze. There were thirteen pendants in all which waved above the crowd, twelve of them were of blue and yellow and each bore the emblem of a great slaver house, from the howling Jit-Monkey of the Ushanga family to. “No, he won’t fuck you but I’ll bet he would make love to you, he told me he hadn’t made love to a woman since his wife was killed and that we reminded him of her when they first married. He was only eighteen when they got married and she was killed in a car accident when he was only twenty-two. He’s not even thirty yet!” We went up to the store room and looked out at Ray’s garage. Alas, he had put the cars away and was just putting the pickup in the garage. As we watched, he strolled. I moved my arms around her waist, and reached behind her to open her vagina. It was the first time I had ever looked at the inside of another woman's vagina. It was beautiful. I liked her scent. I was still studying her opening, when she flicked her tongue across my clitoris. I moaned approval, as I touched my tongue to her clitoris. Soon we sucking and licking each other, each moaning from the pleasure we were receiving. Having climaxed minutes before, I was certain I would not cum again,. I'll be ... okay? Dr Armstrong will look after me. He's Scottish and everybody thinks he's a bit of an ogre, but he's a great big pussycat." Armstrong?" Russ looked haunted for a moment, then shook away the thought. There must be thousands of Dr Armstrongs. Or Doctors Armstrong. Whatever. "Take care, Ethel. See you soon, okay?" Soon. Okay. Now go. I don't want to be all red-eyed when Mr Spreadbury comes in. Go on. And don't look back. It will bring bad luck."The door closed behind them with a.