I helped Heather into the narrow aisle, holding her shoulders as I followed her toward the small bathroom. I saw Dr. Bergerud look up in concern from ...he other side of the plane, but I shook my head to tell him everything was fine."I'll be right out here," I gently told Heather, nodding to the attendant who left after handing me a couple of damp, warm towels."Oh God," Heather moaned and I quickly turned my attentions to my girlfriend who was now kneeling on the cool floor of the tiny room."How. I think you have found something you're good at slut. Now push your tongue into my hole."I never thought of anything so disgusting. I had to force myself to do it. I poked my tongue. The taste of shite was horrendous. "Push it in more slut and move it around." I pushed in as far as I could. He pushed back grinding his arse into my face. After what seemed like eternity he stood up. "Get the dinner."When I brought our dinner out I was stunned to see him masturbating. I put his dinner on the table. He now had full access, his hands cupping my breasts while his fingers worked on my nipples. ‘Gently now, you don’t want to put me off.’ He reduced his enthusiasm to a much more pleasant level. He kissed me and his tongue found mine, but for a while it reacted as if he’d learned tongue technique from a textbook, because there was no feeling involved. I withdrew my tongue and stopped kissing him. ‘What’s wrong now?’ ‘Have you ever made love to a woman before?’ ‘Yes, plenty of times.’ ‘I mean. Almost immediately, a man shoved his way out of the wagon. “This is absolutely un…” The man began to rant, and then noticed the bodies. His throat closed, and the blood drained out of his face. Mindblind chuckled, recognizing the man whom he’d seen on the street in town before going to the Cat. He pointedly ignored the pale man, helped the prostitutes down out of the wagon, and directed them to the barrel, where the women from the other wagons were washing. “I demand to know what is going on.