"Clem! I have some terrible news to tell. Ramsay is dead; he fell down the stairs at Winson Green and broke his neck." I didn't know what to say as I ...as shocked and scrambled thoughts rushed topsy-turvy around my mind. Was this an unexpected accident or was this the plan; a plan I had not been told about. Mum told me all that the prison authorities had told them and we agreed there could well be further information as soon as they had investigated the accident. Mum used the word accident, yet. The altar was located on the stage used for the auction the evening before. It was beautifully decorated in black curtains, flooring and hangings. The slaves walked up on to the stage and then up further where they stood on a ledge. A second level was added for the ceremony. They stood in a semi circle around the altar only about three feet higher. This allowed the girls to see both the masters sitting in front of them, as in a theatre and the altar on which Sheila would be placed. In front of. The desire for those two to fuck was so strong I could almost taste it…on her lips…his cum…white and shiny. Those eyes and that body approaching me with my man’s cum in her mouth after he just ravaged her. I almost couldn’t wait. By this time Bruce’s hard dick was out and she was giving him a hand job as they made out, tongues so sensually touching and sucking. Bruce’s hands cupper her face and kissing her with desire behind every move. They really did look good together.She took control. Another mistake, well, from his point of view,” said Blake.“Okay, he hates you. So... ?” she said.“Well, like I said, we want him to not hate us and to join the family, hopefully; and I mean with you in it, the family that is,” he said. Marian Carton rocked back against the backbar.“I don’t know you, Mister Willis. But like I said, I’m on Julian’s side. His friends are my friends. His not-friends are not my friends,” she said.“I’ve had you checked out, Marian. Can I call you Marian?” he said..