Barbara began to rock gently up and down on my pole slowly as I graded the rails of the head board at the intense pleasure in my loins. "Do you like i...?" she asked as she increased her pace on my dick. "Yes!" I squeaked out as I looked at her bouncing tits as she rode my pole faster. Barbara leaned over and grad my shoulders and pulled me close as she continued to pump her hips and began to bit me on the neck. I moaned out at the intense pleasure in my balls and the pain of her biting my neck. The blue-robed woman was one of the leaders, and as her form crept closer I discovered her face was hidden behind a heavy, black veil. The other, elegantly dressed, was wearing the red and blue of the guard. By the half crown resting on his brow, I assumed he was the Prince. I recognized one of the two followers, the fat Farim.I’d been trying to remember an ancient execution rite, practiced in the mountains north of Domaine, since last night. It was an excruciating way of murdering a man. The train moves on.It’s morning. Sunday morning. I am awoken by the sound of knocking at my door. It is the police, firstly because they announce themselves, and secondly the few friends I have never wake in the morning. Now the officer’s enter. I feel sick. I don’t remember what they look like. Like tin soldiers or something monotonous; or maybe they looked more like death, omnipresent, always waiting for us to slip up in our self glorification. They ask me if I was at Cielo last night. I am. And I feel the twisted urgent sickness of fear and rage. Soon I can see he is ready to leave. There have been no kisses on lips, no arms linked and no touching of a sexual nature. Nothing to show anyone they are a couple. It is only because I can see them that anyone even knows they share an illicit intimacy. It is not till I know that he is leaving that I feel able to turn away, even though I can’t stand to watch. Walking back to my car, I wonder what I am going to do about this now. I’m.