Oh, what do you mean, not there? Uggh. Twenty Three. Twenty Four. Twenty Five. Hhhuhhh, hhuhhh. I huuhhh, think there, huhhh, would be just fine. Uggg.... Twenty six. Seein's how I came out that other place, uggh. Twenty Seven. I should try to go back in the one I want, dontcha think? Ugghh Twenty Nine. Yeah. The one you reeaallly hated. Thirty. Thirty One. Shut the fuck up, you whore. Huuhhhh. Alright. First part's over. Round Two is right now. And if I don't like it, we'll go back to Round One. ‘Want to dance?’ I said. ‘Not in front of the driver,’ she said. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Behind him.’ I saw her thinking about it and I smiled at her in the near dark of the cab. She nodded. She moved so that she was straddling me, the hem of her dress lifting high on her bottom. I put my arms around her, drew her close, and held her steady. I swayed as she hummed. I felt the warmth and softness of her close to me. The press of her thighs against mine. The press of her breasts against my chest. I. He grabbed her lush breasts and twisted her nipples like radio knobs and she squealed with tortured delight.My attention fell back to my own lover, she pumped up and back along the all of my cock and shivered as her juices flooded her chalice to further lubricate our juncture of joy. She was about to cum her first load so I pulled her against me, holding her, kissing her as she came with a shuddering climax worthy of her lust. Summer gasped as she too released a load from her core to sate her. And women have long been known as the creators of the worst atrocities.With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor, walls and ceiling were encrusted with untold amounts of blood and gore that the water hose in one corner had been unable to remove. The steel grates of drainage holes shone dimly here and there, some clogged with chunks of the latest victims that had yet to be cleared away.What.