All I can do is kneel there, panting, quivering, dripping, while your hands touch every part of me and coat me with the smooth, slick oil. I concent...ate like mad on the Twister mat, on those bright primary colors as you massage my arms, my thighs, my cock and balls. Red, yellow, oh my god, green, blue, touch me more, red, blue, yes, there, make sure you oil me there, green, green, yes, yes now! But you’re just laughing at my squirming, and you give me one last drink while you stand over me. Bell's phone rang. He spoke briefly and hung up. Turning to me he said, "It looks like we have some official visitors at the office. We'd best get back."It took a short time to drive to the office, and we saw three black SUVs outside, ringed with armed agents. One started towards us, as I turned the Lexus into our parking lot, but another one pointed and said something. The first one stopped short and cleared out of our way, so we could drive right up to the door.Mr. Bell hopped out, and we. If not, I would hope it would start a chain of events that would reveal him to us, so that this could be brought to an end.The pavilion was primarily an open sided building that people could enter and leave at will. Janet explained that, before the previous Dran had expelled everyone but his allies from the city, it had been a large, open market. With all of the farmers and other sellers being stuck outside of the walls, it had lain barren and devoid of anything. There was a room that stood. She had left about six months earlier for Arizona, with her new girlfriend, and now she had returned alone. Dori had appeared at a mutual friend's party, unannounced. A surprise guest, of sorts and many of us were glad to see her. She was quite popular and a good bartender, too.Dori and I had a history. We spent many hours with each other, her tending bar and my dancing and pool playing. A few patrons thought we had something going on. I thought so, too. I guess I felt that way because, one.